Fog


Immersed in
fog are
we.
Spirits moving.
Moving in
uncertainty.
Sprung up
from fog.
Basic reality
quantum uncertain.
Sprung up
from nothing,
nothing at all.
Spirits are we,
spring up from,
then
falling back
into
nothing.
Spirits
on the
move.
Popping
in and out
of many
realms.
Spirits
are we!

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