Empty

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Nov 08, 2020

Nothing.
Nowhere
to be
found.
Void of life
everywhere.
Empty
smoothness.
Universe void,
sterile,
motionless,
dead.
Where
are they,
the civilizations?
Few and
far between?
Too far
to see?
Temporal
disconnect?
Once was
or
yet to be?
Vanished,
blinked out.
Once
here, now
there.
Traveled
within.
Virtual worlds,
paradise
designed.
Unlimited
size and scope.
Infinite design.
No needs
no pain.
Virtual perfection.
Infinite possibilities.
Infinite worlds
to explore,
inhabit.
Imagine it
you’re there.
That’s where
they are.
No need to
be here.

 

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