Jg Collins Poet Prose Poetry

Speck

Speck of 
existence.
Beyond 
insignificant.
Floating.
Floating in
infinity.
Infinity 
within 
infinities.
Unseeable,
unknowable.
Specks
on a
a speck are
we.
Regarded
not by the
void.
Destine to 
blink 
out of
existence.
But,
perhaps,
just perhaps 
enters 
Artificial Intelligence 
Techno Sapien,
then
like the
mustard seed
exploding 
to fill
the void!

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L. J. Carber June 14, 2018 at 11:44 AM Well, JG, interesting writing-- you capture well the materialist viewpoint that we are just matter--'specks on a speck are we'-- once I believed that myself but many years ago I had an NDE which revealed that there are more 'dimensions' to this world than we can perceive with our senses, or our 'everyday' minds for that matter. Jg Collins June 14, 2018 at 1:33 PM Hi L.J, Thank you for reading my work. I agree, that there is MUCH more than meets the eye about existence! JG