Fog

John Prophet

Immersed in

fog are

we.

Spirits moving.

Moving in

uncertainty.

Sprung up

from fog.

Basic reality

quantum uncertain.

Sprung up

from nothing,

nothing at all.

Spirits are we,

spring up from,

then

falling back

into 

nothing.

Spirits 

on the

move.

Popping 

in and out

of many 

realms.

Spirits

are we!

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 26th, 2019 15:56
  • Category: Unclassified
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