Swamp.
Day one.
Tick-tock.
The clock
starts
ticking.
The ledger’s
stats
dutifully
written.
A book
to be
read
upon
completion.
Born
into a
world
full of
clocks
ticking
away.
Stories
recorded
long ago.
Maneuvering
through
the already.
Myths spun.
Beliefs
in place.
Emptiness.
The process
begins.
Absorption.
Filling the
void.
Forced to
one’s knees.
Accepting
what’s told.
Conjured
up
by the
before.
Ancient
thoughts.
Dated
thoughts.
Installed
as real,
fact.
Trudging
through
the swamp
of yesteryear.
Ignorance!
Deep
in the
unknown.
Made up.
Searching
for stable
ground.
Original
thought.
Animal
mind.
What new
could be
found?
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments2
Very scenic. Excellent work.
We find new things every day John.
Andy
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