It is a
mirage.
Spun up
in a place
unknown.
Everything
seen an
illusion.
Ghosts,
vapors whiffing
in an out
of existence.
Ghosts
in the
machine.
Infinite
iterations running
simultaneously.
Universe one
of countless
churning to
and end,
an unknowable
end.
Universes
populated.
Populated by
unknowing.
Immersed in
something
beyond
understanding.
Beyond reach.
Vapors, moving
in and
out of illusions.
Forever.
Immortal
they be!
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Online)
- Published: April 13th, 2019 13:15
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 22
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