Terrarium
world.
Where all
arose.
A tiny
place.
All
that’s
known.
Derived.
Limited.
Bog
understanding.
Stories
told.
Narratives
spun.
Terrarium
originals.
Bubbled
up.
Self
contained,
realized.
Finite.
Little eyes
peering
up, out.
Wondering.
Self
impressed.
Center
of the
universe.
In the
image of
God.
Infinite
creation,
merely a
mote.
Perspective.
Gnarly
little
beasts.
At each
others
throats.
Alone
in the
void.
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 3rd, 2023 20:18
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments2
Excellent work.
Thank you TWC,
JP
May that void be filled with peace one day John.
Andy
Thanks Andy…
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