Poetry -Out of Nowhere

Out of Nowhere

 

It came out of nowhere,

Creating somewhere,

Getting bigger.

Then it will die.

 

It was not created,

Not planned,

With no direction.

It just happened.

 

It has constant laws

So immutable –

Create what we are,

Dictate what we do.

 

It is made of energy,

Matter and antimatter,

Quarks and rays,

Lots of space.

 

It has time.

Time isn’t constant.

Time stopped.

Time started.

 

We live in it.

We are of it.

It is in us.

We see it.

 

We cannot understand

How or why.

Or that permanence

Is the illusion.

 

Opher – 27.7.2020