The MachineA Poem by John Prophet
Larger than can be
contemplated. Older than can be grasped. Encompassing everything. Movements that cannot be understood. The machine controls all. What we, mere specks call the universe. The unfathomable, beyond our comprehension. This machine, but one in an infinite sea of machines. How did it all begin? What turned it on? How many iterations? What's the point of it? Where will it end? We, as currently constituted can never know. But, changes are afoot. If we make it through what's to come; we may finally come to know. © 2017 John Prophet |
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Added on October 3, 2017 Last Updated on October 3, 2017 Author![]() John ProphetNHAboutJohn Prophet is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived rea.. more..Writing
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