Continued Survival

Hi Everyone-who-reads-this,

Here is a fresh poem, written yesterday. It is inspired by a story that a colleague of mine wrote. Have fun figuring it out! 😉

I would like to hear your thoughts on it. What do you think it’s about?

Don’t forget to like, comment, and share!

Sincerely,
Mary Matshine


architect_of_the_universe_by_dgrayfox-dbfaxrh

Architect of the Universe by DGrayFox.


Searching. Debris flying about.
The meaning is not
Inside.
Can you feel them?

Sparks trail their ends, mist sprouts the thoughts, eyes
Black holes.
It's not the matter — it is Them.

Waiting. As if we are the ones
To pull the plug.
On/Off
Universe abound

Vermilion stars glaring
At us.
We are alive?

Never mind.

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