Prescience of Mind

Some things we can touch are truly set in stone, From creatures living in sand, to ones choking on fish bones They get stuck in mud, and dry out under the sun, til after a hundred million years, fossil’s are well and truly done You see many died at sea level, in any shape or measure, some resurface atop mountains, forced up by tectonic pressure Now we chip away slowly, using a chisel and hammer, breaking open their mould, without making too much clamour Information cannot be destroyed, it lives on forever and human consciousness too, is simply far more than clever We give the universe meaning by making observations without us to see it, there would be no quantifications Death is not the end, merely a quantum vibration from mass to energy and back again, without any violations So go ahead live your life, then come full circle, time and space can’t endure oblivion, consciousness being eternal Originally written 12/07/22 2022 Poetry Marathon Mile 23 Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mark Toney 12/19/22