I
Am alone
White room
White chair
Day? Night?
Concepts
Foreign in
A place where
Time is Meaningless
Space is Meaningless
I
Saw things once
A world of color
Meaning
Nothing was liquidating
Whatever existed
Was solid, was real
I
Exist in that world
Before the shifts
Before Mandela Effected
It
Before Probability Waves
Reformed
It
Before Ai experiments
In
Quantum reality
They opened
Portals
Colluded with
Demons
Coming as
Aliens
Exterterrestrial they
Said
Dimensional they
Were
And we tried to
Figure it
Out
As reality became
Less solid
Less real?
No one saw
It
The world taken
A piece at a
Time
The sheep were
Asleep
No players abound
In the end…
I found out the
Truth
And..yet it was to
Late..
It was already gone
Leaving me
Sitting in a white
Room on a white
Chair
Wondering
Why?

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe