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?
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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.