Bubble Machine

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Aug 15, 2022 

Bubble
machine.
Bubbles
pinching
off.
Floating
free on
creations
breeze.
Swirling
currents,
eddies
of direction,
endlessness.
Bubble after
bubble.
Percolating.
Moving away.
Deep
substrate
of existence.
Burping
up, one
to the
next.
Bubble
machine.
Infinite
iterations
of same.
Infinite
destinations,
outcomes.
Starting
when?
Unknown.
Created
how?
Unknown.
Ultimate
destination.
Unknown.
Simply
is.

 

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