The Diary Poem
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The Diary Poem
The Earth receives the Sun's flame,
Energy is transformed but to what name?
Does it change to something new,
A final form we never knew?
There's a pattern in stacked numbers,
If you stare at them for long enough;
And song and dance are just expressions,
May or may not make sense-but are real.
What if I tell you teleportation is possible?
Matter to waves, waves to matter,
Or make a wormhole like a crater,
By throwing energy into nothing...
I've got some business ideas too:
A pet for a day, or grah udyog,
Ideas still written in a diary
That one day might break the market.
Rule not the people, but the tide,
Divide into channels, let rivers glide,
For when we divide, energy is too
And there goes the disaster: poof and woo.
There are some poems too - the diary is big,
Admiring nature, or when nature is you,
Articles of retrospection where thinking is all I did,
Or some information... which I don't know why there is.
~AS, 2025
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