Illusion of being. What appears is not. Eyes open
Middleman. Creation. One after the other. One
Shadows of once was. Shadows of what’s
Destination. Ultimate. Myriad possible. Future.
Watchers. They watch. From on high. From a
A.I. Good or bad? Human nature,
Nothing. Nothing alike. When they arrive,
Passage. From nothing to something. Everything.
All. All human endeavor. Millions of years
I see you. Looking back oh so many years ago.
Quantum ghosts. Eyes open, world unfolds.
Hill. Over the hill. The others live.
Artist. Artist’s touch. Countless palettes,
Gods. God is a concept. A concept
Oblivion. Creation. Galaxies, 2 trillion strong.