Richard Pierce

Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter



The centre of all things
Is not static, whirls in the
Empty space of the cosmos,
Is not the centre at all
Because the rest is unknown.

No breath, no sound.
A canopy of infinity spread
Across a trillion life times
Where no time is.

When knowledge comes
It will be swift, and obliterate
Everything but the core
No-one yet sees.

No-one will ever see it.

R 08.11.2023 08.39

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