Omnillusion:
Even if I looked God in the face
with my own
mortal
eyes…
I’d know
it doesn’t exist
everything is made up of atoms
and
atoms
are
empty
space
and space is nothingness
nothing
but
cold
lifeless
absence
like the silent reply
to my screams and prayers
Dylan Sonderman has contributed poetry to Napalm and Novocain, Pyrokinection, Luna Negra, and Crab Fat Magazine. When not reading or writing, he lives to play music and sing. He currently writes for AltOhio.
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