Worship.
The void.
Mind
boggling,
crippling
void.
It focuses.
Makes all
take notice.
Can’t be
ignored.
Can’t
look away.
Consternation
envelopes.
Crippling
effects.
Freezing
In place.
The id
pushes
back.
Creating
methods
of coping.
Deflecting
fear.
Fear
of the
void.
The end.
Existence
finite.
Conceptually
untenable.
Worshiping.
Afterlife
creation.
Easing.
Comforting.
One wonders.
If humans
were immortal.
Or, become
immortal.
Would there
be worship?
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
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Comments1
Indeed a thought that had not occurred to me until today despite all my exposure to religions of all types. A very thought provoking poem. Loved it John a fave
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