Soul Poem, by John Prophet, at My poetic side

Souls.

Countless

souls have

past

this way.

Appearing

out of

nowhere.

Heading

to the

same.

Volume

of spacetime

inhabited.

Briefly.

Morphing

biology.

Evolving

matter,

energy.

Orb

of genesis

spinning

in oblivion.

Eddy

In a

cosmic

gale.

Faster and

faster

creation

spins.

Each,

part

of the

whole.

Part

of the

process.

Meaning

inherent.

Elements

of design.

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