Where?
Where
are they?
Not a
sound.
Not a
peep.
Deep
out
our
gaze.
Looking.
Listening.
Nothing.
Nothing
found.
Are
we the
first?
Alone?
Have
they
died out?
Too
far away?
Or,
did they
dive in?
Into the
virtual.
Virtual
worlds.
Designed.
Infinite
worlds
within.
Endless
vistas.
Confined
within.
Personal
utopias
built.
Endless
exploration.
Internally.
Instantly.
Realm to
realm
with a
thought.
Why go
out when
it’s perfect,
beautiful
within?
Sound
of
silence
throughout.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: September 19th, 2023 08:01
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
That sound of silence within can bring so much resilience and wonder to our lives John.
Andy
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