Sprites

John Prophet

Sprites
in the
machine.
Counting
out infinite
realities.
Infinite
possibilities.
Sprites,
existing
cross realms.
Wafting
effortlessly
betwixt
and between.
Sprites
eternal,
pausing
for a
while.
Etching
out time.
Carving
out space.
A place
to occupy
hole up.
Spend time.
Exist for
awhile.
Experiencing.
Once done
dematerializing,
moving on.
Moving on
to once
again
sail the
ethereal
realms
of forever.
Till pausing
once more.
Again and
again.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 16th, 2021 07:09
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • Goldfinch60

    Those sprite can be all around us and help us in times of need.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      I like that thought. Thank you for reading Andy



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