Creation

Before there was a bud preparing to breach what was not

Before one had to swim through the aether

Before the everlasting Eclipse shrouded all.


 

The flower brakes through demanding water and life

From timeless peace comes beginning and ends

Light glides through what now breaths

Birthing rivers of ice and mountains of drought


 

What had been hole, now the fragmented sun through rain


 

Daggers of rock tear through transcendence’s dreams

the shrill cry of birds massacres the dormant realm


 

Now children are born

whose fate is already entangled with the stars

who shall tear skin on rock

whose tears will mix with the earth

before their bones crawl in after them

Forever part of this cycle

Start then stop

Begin then end

life then death

Alice

16 years old

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