Deep

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Dec 24, 2018 

Deep into
the bowels 
of existence 
I look.
Deep into
time.
Deep into
substance.
Deep into 
reality I stare.
Others stare
back.
Others looking.
Throughout
time.
Others looking
for answers.
Answers into
why.
Why is there
anything?
Deeper I
journey.
Wondering 
what’s at 
the core,
the center
of it all.
Fog,
is what
I see, the
quantum fog
of probabilities.
The substrate 
of reality 
uncertain.
Mystery 
is what 
I found.
Mystery is
all there is!

 

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