Quantum Physics

He is lord and master of all he surveys
Answering to no-one
His realm desolate
Cold
Rife with the malice of the void

This land of his
Flat and near bereft of life
Is marred only by a jagged mountain
Straddling the epicentre of his influence

He dwells there
Rarely setting on the flat
Baked earth surround him

Rather

He ruminates
Delving with great intent
Investigating cracks and crags
Tending to this mountain
As worker ants attend to their queen

No wind
No rain
Barely a sound
To interrupt the stillness of this wasteland

His round
Cherubic face
Belies the horror other feel
When they see the bare bone
Residing as it does
Where you would have eyes

Yet his vision remains faultless
Revealing to him
The lie in every truth

And so here you are
Confronting him with heightened trepidation
Poorly hid behind bluff and bravado

Do you sense his apathy
The utter disdain he exudes
Are you driven to fits of melancholy
As your presence desecrate his domain

Do not blame him
You who bring your fears
Your petty emotions to him
In feigned supplication

I remind you
He sees with clarity
Piercing the core of your being
Feed on that which you offer

So unleash your deadly love
Your life of hatred for his species
Decrying the purity of his psychosis

Tremble as you fade away
Naught but a nagging memory
As he returns to his inspections

Dwell on this as you drift into obscurity

I am not cause

I am effect

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