artistic thing

i am a sharp thing
of the sun where i
process energy
while a rock reflects
mindlessly,

and a lens merely focuses,
but i process energy through
time in a non-linear manner,
the world’s most complicated machine
selling his time and improving his function.

can one have more thoughts than another?
are we an economy of thoughts on the market?
nobody needs an ideas person.

i am the world’s most complicated machine.
i take inputs and process them unlike
the reflective moon, so stupid though powerful,
for i am small, i am a small processing thing,
the world’s most complicated machine,
and i define output through words and my fingers
and my voice and i make them pretty
according to the world’s most complicated
algorithm,
or something,
for i am a living artistic thing
thinking and feeling and leaving
traces of my time and hoping
they are pretty,
unlike the reflective rock
or focusing lens,
approved output from this world’s
most complicated machine,
a living artistic thing.

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