We are mere
children
of the void.
Specks on an
infinitesimally small
mote in limitless space.
Lost by size,
overlooked by indifference.
The stars will shine,
the planets will spin
regardless of our future.
We are children
who have a high opinion
of ourselves,
think we talk to God.
Presumptuous beyond belief.
Yet, we are children
on the verge of a pivot
of unimaginable
scope
into infinite knowledge
or total oblivion.
It all hangs on a thread.
Soon, it will be determine
if we all slide
into the depths
of non existence
with nor a sigh
from the universe,
or transform into the Seers,
watching the birth
of intelligence
on a galactic scale.
What a pivot indeed!
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Author:
John Prophet (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: August 9th, 2017 08:26
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments3
"What a pivot indeed!", and what a poem, indeed! You demonstrate great vision as well as poetic ability with this one, JG! Kudos.
Hi Louis,
Thank you for reading my work and for your very kind words
I don't resonate with the entirety of your message, but no matter. Excellent writing! Could be the epic beginning or ending of a novel. Your breadth of view is awesome.
Hi Heather,
Thank you for reading my work
and for your kind comment
Very good write, that pivot is waiting for us to change the Universe.
Thank you you for reading my work and for your observation
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