Frontier

poem by: John Prophet
Written on Jan 28, 2019 

Death!
The final
frontier.
Moving on.
Where to?
Where do
we go?
Death.
The next 
portal the
next door
to a different 
place,
 a different
 realm.
One not
enough.
One test not
enough. 
Heaven,
nirvana needs
more 
much more.
Not so
easily attained.
Current thinking 
ancient, 
derived 
by those 
unaware.
Derived by
those thinking 
they were 
the center of
things.
Not even
close.

 

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