QUIET ARE THE MOMENTS
THAT LIE BETWEEN EACH THOUGHT
WITHIN THOSE VERY SPACES
ARE THINGS THAT CAN’T BE TAUGHT
LOST BETWEEN THE ATOMS
IN EMPTY BLACK DECAY
ARE ALL THE LITTLE VISIONS
THAT NEVER COME OUR WAY
PERHAPS IN NEW DEMENSIONS
ALL AT ONCE WE’LL SEE
THOSE QUIET LITTLE MOMENTS
AND HOW THEY’RE MEANT TO BE
THE GAPS THAT ARE THE SPACES
ARE INFINITE AND TRUE
AND MAKE THE VERY MATTER
THAT EVERYONE CALLS YOU
FOR NOTHING IS A SOLID
BUT SPECKS WITHIN A SPACE
OF TINY LITTLE MOMENTS
THAT MAN ALONE CAN’T TRACE
Love and Light
Phil T
This poem reflects that nothing about the universe is exactly what you see and that eventually science will catch up with the spirit of nature.
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