An Idea Poem by Isaac Dutton

An idea, it's a beautiful thing.
It starts with a dream.
Neurons' fire creates a chemical thing;
From it rays wrap and string.

Nurtured spark and warming light spring.
With loving care angels sing.
An idea, it's a beautiful thing.

An idea, it's a heavy thing.
It starts with a scream.
Neurons' fire creates a toxic thing;
From it tendrils bind and sting.

Neglected spark and seeping darkness bring.
With hateful sorrow demons scream.
An idea, it's a heavy thing.

A simple whim from deep within,
And angels hold us tight.
Just the same, should darkness reign,
Then demons bring us plight.

An idea, it's a simple thing
What can yours bring?

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