Deep into
the bowels
of existence
I look.
Deep into
time.
Deep into
substance.
Deep into
reality I stare.
Others stare
back.
Others looking.
Throughout
time.
Others looking
for answers.
Answers into
why.
Why is there
anything?
Deeper I
journey.
Wondering
what’s at
the core,
the center
of it all.
Fog,
is what
I see, the
quantum fog
of probabilities.
The substrate
of reality
uncertain.
Mystery
is what
I found.
Mystery is
all there is!