In existence, where we roam
with our eyes closed
after the last hour,
Our separateness becomes
nothing of a divide-
Pronounce your words
if you’re capable.
The 21 remains.
Walk calmly, see clearly,
and notice the false
prophet entered into view,
just below your thumb.
-M. Taggart
mtaggartwriter 
Nice poem..
LikeLike
Hello, Manish. Thank you
LikeLike
Amazing!
LikeLike
Ishaan, thank you. I’m happy to know you like it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome 🙏🙂
LikeLike
Like someone else in the comments asked: Why 21?
LikeLike
Check out my reply to that question
LikeLiked by 1 person
Oky. I searched the net and found that a scientist tested six dying persons and one of them lost 21 grams after death.
That’s interesting.
LikeLiked by 1 person
What’s the significance of 21?
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hey, Watt. There’s a strong debate concerning 21 grams. I invite you to research.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Your poem is a mystery and I like that — it makes me want to read it more than once.
LikeLike
Hi, Kathy. Thank you for joining the mystery hunt.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Awesome poem. By ‘the false prophet below your thumb’ are you referring to smartphones? Apologies if this is obvious!
LikeLike
Agenda driven propaganda fed to the masses via, indeed, the smart phone.
LikeLike
This is intriguingly deep
LikeLike
People seem to enjoy piecing this one together. Hope you are well.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Brilliance overflowing
LikeLike
Hello, and thank you
LikeLike