A thought

In the beginning, there was a thought
A thought, like a wisp of smoke
Circles slowly around an idea
Born of need, it germinates, calculates
Weaving a dream into the essence of reality
It takes form from wonder to crystal clarity
Intelligence discards , adds, changes, then discards
It is now a part of it’s creater
In the beginning there was a thought

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