Treasure Island

Marshall Gass


?


The finite yet infinite atom obeys
a decision made by a?
wherein lies reason to be
existing for one nano second sliver of time
and not the next

we cannot see this?
because our journey is locked
forever in the same meaning
of everything and yet in nothing.

The attributes we render to swirls
and circles
cannot explain the swirls and circles
themselves
so they cannot be attributes

The majesty of?
comes together
to prove that he does not exist
when we ?

Author Notes
Don't ask me to explain. I don't know.
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, a month ag

Submitted: Friday, April 11, 2014
Edited: Saturday, April 12, 2014

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