Dopamine Seed

jwhhobbs22
Jul 29, 2025
1 min read

Filaments of ideas

Threads of what

Can become

May be represented

In our words about words

Our written and stated terms

A forecast for what is to come

And we enjoy

Weeping dopamine pearls

A saturated seed

Which needs eyes, footsteps, hands

To plant and feed to grow into the world.

By J.W.H. Hobbs.

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