Confined

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Jul 14, 2022 

Confined.
Wrapped
in a bubble.
Bubble
of limitations.
Five senses
to know
it all.
Plying
the ether
of forever.
Infinite
forever.
Dimensionally
bounded,
limited.
Limited
to five
simple
senses.
Looking
through
a porthole.
Seeing
nothing,
but what
the porthole
allows.
Limited
capabilities
Limited
knowledge.
Limited
senses.
Enclosed,
cut off.
Human
condition.
Tip
of the
iceberg.
Ant
on an
anthill.
Seeing
not much.
Missing
virtually 
all.

 

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