Alone4

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Oct 16, 2024 

Alone.
Alone
in the
immeasurable.
What
if we’re
alone?
Infinite
time.
Infinite
space.
Lost
in the
forevermore.
Just
us.
In the
void.
Personal
existences
in the
boundless.
Always
was.
Always
will be.
Personal
time and
space.
Time
In a 
bubble.
Remarkable.
Purpose?
Any?
Bubbled up
from
nothing?
Settling
back to
nothing?
Point.
What a
concept.
Point.
Any point?
Random
chance?
Designed?
Boggles
the mind
either way.
Just
being.
Nothing
more.

 

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