Jg Collins Poet Prose Poetry

Fog

Immersed in
fog are
we.
Spirits moving.
Moving in
uncertainty.
Sprung up
from fog.
Basic reality
quantum uncertain.
Sprung up
from nothing,
nothing at all.
Spirits are we,
spring up from,
then
falling back
into 
nothing.
Spirits 
on the
move.
Popping 
in and out
of many 
realms.
Spirits
are we!

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