poetry

The emperor’s no-clothes

Screen Shot 2020-08-03 at 9.28.18 AMAs the stories drift away,

As the ideas fade to nothing,

You are gradually left naked

As a newborn babe,

Birthed to a universe

That is mysterious,

Ever-changing,

Pregnant with possibility

And silent as to what it all means.

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