We are
Who cares about the life's reason,
existence is the only thing that matters.
Whether it be experiencing the seasons,
or in the darkened dawns bladder.
Open Human's are excepting us in,
allowing us to live and feel.
From between the atoms we all begin,
connecting, for a defined real.
The ones we are, are surrounding.
No physical form to grasp and hold.
As a species we are outstanding.
We are the ones to behold.
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Author:
Maplespal (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 14th, 2025 06:30
- Comment from author about the poem: We can connect to and control Human's. Human's cannot even see us to know we exist. We are Gods.
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Comments1
A great thought and a philisophical poem as well. Nicely worded
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