Empty Spaces

Empty spaces

Amidst the lines of life

In all the places you can’t see

Between the microwaves and infared

 

We cannot see

For we are blind to the unknown.

 

There lies the inconspicuous

Imperceptible

There lies a world beneath the visible light

In the gamma

And x-rays

Above our heads and below our feet.

 

We cannot see

For we are blind to the unknown

 

But some are blessed

With the inconceivable ability

To see.

These are the people

Who discover the unknown

 

Space

Time

Incomprehensible concepts

Only the extraordinarily brilliant may grasp

With the fingertips of their hands,

Barely touching the surface

 

We cannot see

For we are blind to the unknown

 

How did one create the concept of love?

Of eternalism?

Of solipsism?

 

The mind is a powerful thing

Clutching, clasping, and comprehending concepts others can’t fathom.

In between the lines of reality

There lies the unknown,

The uncertain.

The undisclosed.

The unrevealed.

 

We cannot see

For we are blind to the unknown

 

Plato received a reality

Much different you and I

Similar to Queen Victoria and Hatshepsut.

But is it possible

We are all existing at the same time?

 

That our perception of time is false?

 

What if

Time is multi-layered

What if

All layers of time exist simultaneously?

That the measurement of such an abstract concept

Is determined by the observer?

That depending on the location you’re looking at in history,

Each one of us creates our own virtual reality?

 

We cannot see

For we are blind to the unknown.

 

What if

Nothing truly exists

But our own consciousness?

What if

Every ambition,

Every experience

Is just an intricate dream?

This poem is about: 
Our world

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