Imprints.
Indelible
imprints.
Every soul
notches a
mark,
an imprint.
Carved
in the
underlying.
Creations
palette.
Realm
of the
unseen.
All energy
leaves
residuals.
Ripples
through
uncertainty.
Through
fields of
probability,
possibilities.
Never
dissipates,
merely
alters.
Pain and
glee.
Changes
course.
Realities
pop
in and
out.
Here now
gone then.
Always was
in one
form or
another.
Never ending.
Energy is
always.
Conserved.
Existence
never dies.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 1st, 2022 22:11
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
" Existence never dies" - so very true John.
Andy
Thank you Andy for reading
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