Ghosts.
Creation’s
ghosts.
Universal
spirit.
Ether
bound,
dimensionally
spread.
Everywhere.
Every time.
All at
once.
Universal
consciousness
fabric
rippling
throughout.
Energy
pulsating,
congealing.
Bits and
pieces
limited
scope.
Minute
part of
the whole.
Spinning
up, crashing
back again.
Reabsorbed
to reemerge.
Creations
milieu.
Wild thrashings
of the
way
things are.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 18th, 2023 04:01
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