Disappears.
How it all disappears—
Normal.
All disappears,
As if willed to be.
Winter follows autumn,
As it must.
As it's always been.
To appear,
Life again
Rising from the dead.
Appearing, disappearing,
Then appearing again.
Bubbles rising from the sea,
Disappearing, reappearing
From the sea
To the sea.
Designed,
Carved from the whole,
All as it should be,
Produced and reproduced
From eternity.
From the Whole around,
Can fathom nothing more.
Ask me nothing more—
No point, really.
Designed
For what manifests,
Creation formatted
As such.
One reality appears,
In images,
To view His own beauty.
A vast field,
The infinite observed
As finite,
A paradox capable.
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Encased
In the question—
The question
Is its answer,
As it appears.
MyKoul
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