Sense of
size.
Sense of
dimension,
scope and
energy.
Feels empty
yet filled
with energy.
Surging
energy.
Levels
of creation
beyond
scope,
beyond
understanding.
Intellect directed.
Seemingly
invisible yet
everywhere.
Coursing thru
creation’s
core.
Core of
reality.
What appears
to exist,
mere apparitions.
Apparitions of
what truly be.
Apparitions
of deeper
sense,
meaning.
Tip of the
iceberg is
what’s
seen.
Theater
dissipation.
Vaporized
into
deeper things,
only to
bubble up,
materializing
into
a different
play.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: September 25th, 2020 14:17
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 7
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