Fickle

John Prophet

Fickle.
Reality.
Such
a thing?
Slipping
in and
out.
Back
and forth.
Sliding
dimensionally,
infinitely so.
One realm
real as
them all.
Dance
of the
Angels
never ending.
Filling it
all with
song.
The gods
be fickle.
Never
enough.
Never
satisfied.
Creation
spans
infinite
realms.
So reality
be.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 23rd, 2022 21:48
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • L. B. Mek

    (metaphysical topology
    enshrined in Euclidean-like clarity
    poetry, designed
    to guide us on a path, where
    our horizons incorporate
    much wider scope for defining
    what we glean
    of life's meaningfully integrative
    theorising, pursuits
    to fathom fickle reality's, dimensional
    anchors to existence's, chaotic tricks)
    Brilliantly thought provoking
    thank you! dear Poet

    • John Prophet

      Thank you kindly for reading LBM



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