The Moth and the Candle

Simple things simply put
Turn complicated in an instant
Previous understanding washed away
By a tide of fresh information
The familiar becomes strange
And the world becomes less clear
Off-balance and decentred
Processes occurring never before experienced
What is going with the world?
The world I thought I understood

Each time you open your eyes
The world has changed without you noticing
All things renewed in a brief, everlasting instant
One you cannot feel, hear, see or touch
But has (and does) existed nonetheless
To experience the moment for itself
Open your eyes and dream of nothing
Physical processes ignored, outside occurrences discarded
The void waits to be stepped into
The void leaves no impression
But it can mark you forever
You are left floating
If there is a ‘you’ to float
Perhaps you can hear the half whispered presences
Ghostly shapes, more felt than seen
But these are not people or the souls of dead humans
They are the half-finished shapes of your unfulfilled dreams