Where2

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Sep 19, 2023 

Where?
Where
are they?
Not a
sound.
Not a
peep.
Deep
out
our
gaze.
Looking.
Listening.
Nothing.
Nothing
found.
Are
we the
first?
Alone?
Have
they
died out?
Too
far away?
Or,
did they
dive in?
Into the
virtual.
Virtual
worlds.
Designed.
Infinite
worlds
within.
Endless
vistas.
Confined
within.
Personal
utopias
built.
Endless
exploration.
Internally.
Instantly.
Realm to
realm
with a
thought.
Why go
out when
it’s perfect,
beautiful
within?
Sound
of
silence
throughout.

 

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