THE QUIET ASSAULT

IT was a quiet assault like a brain pinprick;
when they came.

A void without emotion, feeling and humanity.
INTO MY MIND and SOUL.

Like a brain freeze and the ugly grimace
while wishing it to quit. But more. Severe.

LIKE trillions of bugs eating my mind
; a billion crashing waves ebbing away
the shore of my humanity!

THEN IT WAS DONE.

I wrote to Margaret Bourke-White, a photographer
who wrote and photographed WAR in the 1930s
although now dead but not then as I am not dead
here but will be-was.

Within a Multi-verse there are an infinite
number of parallel worlds and an infinite number
of you’s and me’s.
Each multi-verse self-contained; some without
me’s and you’s; some with us all and some
cocoon universes without anything.

LIKE MY MIND at this moment.

But, not now; ‘they’ come from everything.
Insidious and hungry for light.

:: 01-14-2018 ::

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles

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