Thevenin

Complexities Something, something, the mind Something, something, consciousness Simplicities Face, voice, emotions White, and pale Red, and flushed … Maybe not, No, Different, Let’s remove them … Our face, Gone What are we? A moon, just solid white A light, with no color Bright light, so bright it’s everywhere Our voice, Gone What are we? An astute statue A porcelain, a china Unbreakable, already broken Pure white, black, or shades of the rainbow Only colorings, just abstracts, a painting, no explaining Our emotions, Gone What are we? Someone, Something, Anything, Living, Dead, Faceless, Voiceless, Even if not, Does it matter? A blank painting, or nothing The blinding sun, the eclipsed moon A blank sky, or a lone star A blank mind, or a face that has everything Thevenin’s theorem When one’s gone the other return Complexities turned to simplicites A person’s heart, their face Their voice, their meanings … In pending