poetry

Mind’s Pool 

Sharpest Perception a Road Less Traveled

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This mind’s wide open,

a pool of intelligence.

An deserted island,

isolated by an oasis of excellence.

No matter the millions of seconds, lapsed across its time,

no torch held a match,

to this exquisite mind of mine.

New wisdom always obtained,

yet no interesting chapter’s taught,

nor brand new saga reveals an adventure, for my medulla oblongata.

Alone in my serene, deepest of thoughts,

an image was detected, that my corners eye caught.

My imagination comically,

saw a challenger lifting a sword,

as he displayed expertise upon entering the diving board.

Intrigued, no time wasted,

he delve right in.

I admired the poised intrusion,

yet was captured by his swim.

He questioned me on many topics, even the breathing techniques of life.

I never took my eyes off him,

since the introductory dive.

Once I answered questions,

he continued on to dip,

warming up my frontal lobe,

probing…

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