This Curious Machine

I dream in unsolved puzzles,

trying every angle, every twist and turn,

returning again and again like a computer:

attempting to brute force my way thru.

 

Sometimes I feel like a mouse

scampering thru twisted alleyways,

a dead end around every corner;

seeking cheese, receiving electricity.

 

My mind is a ball of Christmas lights

twisted wires and tangled currents

I plug in one end to see what will happen:

lights, a most splendid glow.

 

@technorotica

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