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the magic box


when the glowing bulb turns  r e d  to  g r e e n

even i feel fully charged

the machine in my brain starts churning

and the rest becomes automation

 

1 - open lid

2 - dim the brightness

3 - enter password: 123

 

Welcome User 

... how heartfelt

it cares for me 

 

this expensive rectangle invites me

daily

allows me to explore

to learn

to become fascinated

to be curious

but its powers have unintended consequences

 

i can share my knowledge 

from the magic box

and empower people

through my writing, my art, my sound, my every creation

wow. what a beautiful thing

 

how ironic is it?

life all around

yet so clueless

but one inanimate object

and my mind is invigorated 

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