Signs…a poem

white neon light signage

people are always
asking for
SIGNS
but signs
are literally
EVERWHERE
we LOOK

YOU ARE HERE
and there’s no
escaping it
except through
death
but we don’t actually
know what happens
after death
so we might
simply be
RECYCLED
and immediately
start all over
again

what if
we are
always
HERE

how scary
is that

 

Photo:  John Baker
Unsplash

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6 Responses to Signs…a poem

  1. Resa says:

    OMG!!!
    Then that would mean that trump is always here!?

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