Small blue
bowl.
Speck of
blue.
Limitless
black.
Infinite
void,
existence.
Finite
understanding.
Fish
in a
small
blue bowl.
Gulping.
Gaping
at what’s
around.
Existence
in a
small
blue bowl.
Can’t
see much.
Can’t
know much.
No concept
of anything
more.
Just a
fish
in a
small
blue
bowl
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: December 20th, 2022 07:33
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 9
Comments1
We are all within that small blue bowl within the Universe John.
Andy
So true, thank you for reading Andy.
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