origin.
When nothing had yet
lured electron.
Before beginnings,
when totality
was numb and coiled
like a tongue.
The buds
savoring
a patch of permanence.
Illumine the solace
when the folds of eternity
were not yet
outstretched.
Omnipresence
was a droplet deep
of dense darkness.
Then a slither of light scarred the night.
A new hunger
clung to the breast
of heaven
till
it began to bleed
a timeless light.
Becoming.
Outpouring curls of colors.
The clouds
the mud
and the appearance
swathed in shadows
& painful pulse.
Reblogged this on myatheistlife and commented:
Run this through the simulation for a bit.
Wow! Nice
wow. “…a slither of light scarred the night.” so heart breaking. there is nothing but time ahead but there can be only one First Time.