Oblivion2

John Prophet

Oblivion. 
Creation. 
Galaxies,
2 trillion 
strong. 
Floating. 
Floating 
free. 
Effortlessly. 
Spinning. 
Between 
them all. 
Glorious! 
Glorious 
vistas. 
Endless 
vistas. 
Creation 
in all its 
glory.
Grandeur.
Mind 
numbing 
beyond 
imagination.
Scope,
 beyond 
understanding.
Moving 
past. 
Moving 
away. 
Leaving 
behind. 
Lost in 
eternity
forever 
more. 
Never to 
return.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 14th, 2022 21:04
  • Category: Letter
  • Views: 13
  • Users favorite of this poem: L. B. Mek
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  • Goldfinch60

    That creation can be within our minds each moment of our lives as our thoughts become reality.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      So true Andy. Thanks for reading. JP

    • L. B. Mek

      that gradual demise of metaphysics
      by the trappings
      of our epistemological, ambitions!
      (3 Trillion?
      that's just our estimation, Only
      of One angled corner
      of One universe...)
      and we wage wars, over kilometres of land
      we humanity are just, so ridiculous!

      • John Prophet

        Yup, how small we mortals be!



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