Hidden Particle



I see light, a structure of cards and the rolling dice

The face of the dice is only exposed once the structure falls

and by luminous observation I see the face and count

but by further inquiry I can see that there lies somethings more within the deck 

And wonder of the next dice and before that. What of the cards?


This poem is about: 
Our world


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