Conceptual Notion Machine Way of The Future

Conceptual Notion Machine



With gears it grinds.

It's ears they find,

Ideas in mind.

A scene not blind.



Hand over hand,

It conjures the land.

Of shores, a strand,

Of time; of sand.



Head over heels

For life it kneels

(With gears, and wheels):

It's self reveals!



Hear here! It jeers.

Their there! It veers.

Now arriving in tears,

Through fluid it peers.



"So much beauty...

It is my duty...

To color a view key.

To behold a true sea."