When They Come

E.J. Waling

When they
come.
Appear.
Instantly
among.
No
grand
entrance.
Simply
here.
Slow
approach.
Steady
steam,
pressure
release.
Melding,
molding.
Molding
old into
new.
Small
beginning.
Barely
there,
noticeable.
Suddenly
everywhere.
Doing
everything.
Changing,
making new
rules.
New world.
Left behind.
Shunted
aside.
Placed
in a
virtual
bowl.
Infinite
virtual
worlds.
New
realties.
Endless.

  • Author: E.J. Waling (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: July 30th, 2026 08:23
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 2
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  • sorenbarrett

    This poem has a surreal aspect to it and speaks of new comings in different times maybe dimensions. Well written



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