The Process

Dark rainbows twist in the core of existence
Pulling the strings that set the rhythm of life
Swilling in the contemplation of the atoms vibration
Moments kicked and bitten to existence
Something new from the old arises – pushing up
And up into a place as yet unmade
Ghosts of this creations whisper
Existentialism bleeds real life in lags and starts
Stuttering reality – a voice as to nothing
Over and over pinwheeling down to start…
The climb up again until rebirth.

Posted: Monday, February 28th, 2022 @ 7:56 pm
Categories: Poems, The Sight.
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