Chances are all questions won’t have answers. The finite knowledge us human have as a collective is extraordinary minimal. To that of the universes. Yes! I said universes. Surely and most certainly there is more than one. I lean towards the side of infinite.
Sleepy shadows slither silently slow.
Through thundering tunnels-
an alienating atmosphere-
Hollowed hearts hide haphazardly.
Fear follows fractured faces.
Longing. Lonely. Lost liabilities.
Searching souls, startle simplicity.
Revolutions ruthlessly rile rigid raigems.
Ripples, upon water-
Blue turns to brown-
Rubbish floats along-
Still with direction-