Those three little dots…

Finite space, infinite perspectives,

Finite time, infinite objectives.

Dots they were of different shapes and sizes,

Outliers and exceptions that went through crisis.

***

With a little bias here and there,

Countered by nudges to make them fair.

Models and planes and thoughts in train,

Those dots they went through a million frames.

Passion merged with perfection,

Ideas organized on reflection.

***

Those dots were now all connected,

Thanks to the teachers we respected.

Those suggestions and ideas were mine to keep,

I took them home and went to sleep.

***

Yet when I woke up, oh so geared,

Three little dots had suddenly appeared.

From the pool of infinity,

Those dots, with no seeming proclivity.

***

I smiled and counted one two three,

Celebrated that my brain was alive.

Yippee!

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