All In Nothing
In that space of dark matter, where particles are swallowed whole
Silence waits in the nothingness for molecules to shimmy into something…
Anything, that can be heard, seen or felt…anything.
In light’s departure a hole was left in the universe -it mourns.
Lost, was the raspy, blue, melody of words painted with salted earth.
Yet, the melody never sung its own song…
–Only repeated notes strung together in someone else’s thoughts.
In the tree of life’s reflection death and birth are one in the same…
Lovers that cannot exist without one another, in constant motion…
Falling and crashing into one another measured in moments.
Yet, their energy is constant, omnipresent… infinite.
At the bottom of the galactic cauldron swirls fog and fragrance
And in the stirring of imagination magic swims in circles…
Pairing together, until clustered into creation…
Light will be born of this darkness…
…But, what will the picture be?
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