Filament Poem by John Prophet

Filament.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow's
a
concept.
Yet to
be,
exist.
Can't
see,
touch
or hear.
Not
tangible.
Existence
on the
edge.
Filament
of reality.
Imprinted,
only.
Sliding
forward.
Slicing
through
nothing.
Spirits
in the
quantum.
History
stored,
created.
Instant
to
Instant.
Essence
exists
on a
quantum
thread.
Energy!
Nothing
before.
Nothing
after.
Nothing
more.
Just an
illusion.
All just
a mirage.
Wave
passing,
dissipates.
No time.
No space.
Moments.
Only
moments.
Quantum
filament.
Never
ending.
Nothing
more.