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Nov 2018
I
stare,
stare into
the flames.
Mesmerized.
I
hear the
sound of
creation.
The
snap, crackle,
pop of
creation.
I see
embers flying
like burning
stars
spinning
in infinity.
I
see time,
present and
past, while
contemplating
future time.
It’s all
in the
flames.
Parsing
existence.
Turning it
over, teasing
it out.
So much
to
contemplate.
Making sense,
trying to
make sense.
Impossible.
Impossible,
to know,
impossible to
understand
creations
meaning,
its raison d'etre.
Futile,
no way
of knowing.
I stare into
the flames.
Mesmerized!
John Prophet
Written by
John Prophet
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