Brain Grip

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jun 01, 2021 

Grip.
Mind grip.
Consciousness
encased.
Encased
within.
Corporeal
facade.
Il­lusion.
Clouds
of consciousness.
Each
plugged In.
Quantum
clouds
of potential.
Endless
fluctuations
of probabilities.
Foam of
reality.
Existence
in an
Infinite
realm.
Consciousness
designed.
Each mind
designs.
Designs
it’s personal
reality.
Masters
of its
reality so
perceived.
Consciousness
creation.
Moving
on to
the next,
effortlessly,
endlessly.

 

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