Poem -
Monsters
Monsters.
Creating
monsters.
Incrementally.
Little by
little.
Generation
to the
next.
Subtle
changes.
Imperceptibly
moving
forward.
Building
one
on the
next.
Minds
twitched,
then
twitched
again,
then
a bit
more.
Cloud
renderings.
Nearly
unnoticed.
Folding
here.
Kneading
there.
Spinning
yarns
within.
Shaping
narratives
of
obedience.
Mind
spells.
Civilization
bent.
Such
are how
monsters
arrive.
Eager
little
monsters.
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Comments
You are spot on with this one John...the mind does create...everything...monsters, devils, witches, gods...yet some force did create the physical....hmmmn...that's another subject though...😊 x
Hi MP,
Yup, definitely another subject.😉
thank you for reading.
JP