People

John Prophet

People.
Come and
go.
Doing so
by the
billions.
For
millennia,
passing
through.
Passing
on.
Long gone.
Never
to be
seen again.
Each unique.
Generations
of difference.
No two
exactly
the same.
What was
the point?
A brief
puff of
time,
existence.
Firefly
flash.
Lost
in the
void.
Invisible
to the
cosmos.
Motes
in the
vastness.
Soon
enough
all will
be gone,
fading to
never ending
time.
Derezzing
back
from whence
they came.
Nothing
left to
see.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 29th, 2022 08:38
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 12
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  • Goldfinch60

    But our spirits never die John.

    Andy

    • John Prophet

      As such, we move on. Thanks for reading Andy.

    • L. B. Mek

      'Motes
      in the
      vastness.'
      wonderful imagery!



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