Provenance.
Observation.
All around.
Endlessness.
Inhospitable
endlessness.
Voids
of frozen
darkness.
Balls of
burning
plasma,
fire.
Radiation.
Crushing
gravity.
Dead
spinning
orbs.
Inorganic,
rock.
Suffocating
gases.
Yet,
in all
this a
twitch.
Something
twitched.
Took form.
Moved!
Out
of the
cauldron.
Cool
movement.
Unexplainable
movement.
Somehow.
God?
Quantum
serendipity?
Both?
Who
among us
is qualified
to say!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 31st, 2024 08:31
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Comments2
Powerful work.
May that serendipity be forever with us John.
Andy
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