Conceived in the mind,
Beginning as naught but thought,
The embryo doth grow,
Embodied notion is caught.
Swelling with life-flow,
It begins to appear,
Contours and lines
Becoming sharp and clear.
When figures all align,
Synapses contract to send
The newborn forth,
Crying out as it comes,
Sound echoing in the stillness.
Leaving behind the womb,
Striking out on its own,
Journeying across space,
Growth undergone,
As the destination sought.
Shortly, entering into
The final phase of life,
Racing along routes and canals,
Decaying with age,
Reverting back to spirit,
Essence of meaning,
Removed from its physical form,
Returning to the realm of thought,
Bringing comprehension with
Complete demise. Ω
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