A moment of darkness…
Bada-BANG!!!

I’m a photon.
A rapture of light.
I’m all, whole, one.
Limiter of the universe,
Chasing a sliver of shadow.
A glimmer in an empty hologram;
A mirror with no reflection;
A point on the pupil of an eternally receding eye unfolding in infinite directions;
All ways; always.
Forever and at once.
Present and far,
Away from here.
Edge within reach;
Just out of grasp.
T h i s f i r s t m o m e n t:
Minutely small.

But I’m not alone,
She’s with me.

Splayed out against spacetime’s edge,
Together we shredded through the cloak of last existence,
And tore a hole into this one.
Me ‘n’ you,
Last, first twoo.

A nucleus of anti-matter;
The center of existence.
We’re here on the outside;
Belly-full of nothingness.

At the cutting edge of light,
Against the folds of shadow’s throat,
Where space is pushing up against us,
With just the right amount of pressure;
The perfectly required weight;
With exactly what we needed
To break the skin and tear the flesh
Of spacetime’s cloth,
Ripping a hole through this existence,
Incarnating into the next one,
Dragging the dead-weight along behind us,
And bringing it back to life,
Atom by atom,
Photon by photon,
Moment by moment,
Exalting in every little drop.

This is what it’s always been like,
We fly away and re-unite,
We die and then come back to life,
Separating daylight from the night,
Back and forth,
Round and round,
Flying over the edge,
And falling back to the start,
Then flying away again,
Until we get back to the end.