Poetry – It doesn’t. It isn’t.

It doesn’t. It isn’t.

The moon moves through the clouds.

Except it doesn’t.

It’s a million miles away in space.

The sun travels across the sky.

Except it doesn’t.

It a nuclear explosion in a very distant place.

The ground is solid as a rock.

Except it isn’t.

Every atom is busy jiggling in the ground.

We will all live on for ever.

Except we won’t.

The universe will go when we’re not around.


Is what it seems.

Opher – 17.4.2021

We seem to live in a world of permanence. Yet everything is an illusion.

The solid world is not real.

Permanence is not real.

We are not real.

There is strange chemistry at work.

My thoughts are electrical.

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