Poem -

Pulsate

Pulsate

Reality,
or so
I perceive.
Choices made.
Pathways
crisscrossed.
Futures
not to be.
How deep
does it go?
Is it all
I see?
Or,
is deeper
much deeper?
Unseen elements.
Energy emanating
pulsating throughout,
throughout
perception.
Throughout
creation.
Tip of the
iceberg
all that
we see,
all that
we know.
Certainty 
non existent.
Creation
runs deep,
runs wide.
Not as simple
as our
senses perceive.
Absurd.
Absurd
to think
our senses
are enough
to divine
reality,
to divine
creation.
Infinitely
more
there be.

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