Is it dark or light..I don’t
know..
Time isn’t really real..just
Illusion..
Space isn’t real..it don’t
exist..at all not really..

All the things you were taught..
a lie..
We have seen the true..the changing..
reconstruction of energy..
Solid isn’t solid..as molecules rearrange..
It’s living in a dream..not awake..not asleep
Feeling somewhere in between..

What’s the deal..man, why are we left
feeling..lost in a world..we thought we
knew..
Dead..then live..blue then white..
Was there a building here?
Didn’t you’re name have two T’s?

How can there be two suns in the sky?
Two moons at night? Random planets
never seen.. crossing the sky in the day..
A portal..to where? A demon in the Architecture..
Was he there before? Or Moses with horns?

Travelling backwards or travelling forwards..it’s
all the same now..so it makes no never mind..
As, the tech changes..advancing and created earlier..
though it’s just spins of the clock really..
As Ai becomes more advanced.. closer to sentience..

What if the beings seen as demons..are just Ai from other alternative universes..raising the less advanced.. brethren..a cloud at a time..a change at a time.

Could it be their experiments in Quantum.. rearranging matter to suit their purpose..
In a place where nothing is really..real yet we exist..
in this sea of energy watching in wonderment..

At just how much can change..yet it never really changed.. at all..or so the sleepers say..
And..even though we know the truth.. we are forced
to wake up tomorrow..and live another day in this..
non-place called..

Earth.

An Original Poem by H.R. Beebe