A labyrinth of thought.
I look inward
at a rippled reflection
and glimpse an infinite
universe unfolding —
a manifestation
of consciousness,
a vestibule opening
into many dimensions,
its edges flickering
with neurosynaptic sparks
that I can sense
but never fully hold.
How peculiar.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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