Bubble Machine

A Poem by E.J. Waling

Bubble
machine.
Bubbles
pinching
off.
Floating
free on
creations
breeze.
Swirling
currents,
eddies
of direction,
endlessness.
Bubble after
bubble.
Percolating.
Moving away.
Deep
substrate
of existence.
Burping
up, one
to the
next.
Bubble
machine.
Infinite
iterations
of same.
Infinite
destinations,
outcomes.
Starting
when?
Unknown.
Created
how?
Unknown.
Ultimate
destination.
Unknown.
Simply
is.

© 2022 E.J. Waling

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E.J. Waling

Thank you for reading JB
JP

Posted 3 Years Ago

John the Baptist

The bubble machine is existence itself, replicating itself continuously. The reason is not known. It simply is.

Posted 3 Years Ago

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Added on August 15, 2022
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E.J. Waling

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E.J. Waling is considered by many in the literary community to be the Salvador Dalí of poetry. His rough-hewn unfettered style mimics the artist’s unconventional view of perceived real.. more..