In the beginning, there was nothing.
In the beginning, there was everything.
From the spewed star-dust burst,
Tracks that created worlds.
In the beginning, there was crushing darkness,
From the blackness sprung forth,
A glimmer of life from the prism of the universe.
In the beginning, there was solitude.
In the beginning, love was on high altitude.
From then on, ’twas consider a fair sport,
A game that puts the player in the hard spot.
In the beginning, there was an ending.
The tectonic plates of life shift,
Dreams on a platter set adrift.
For it seems, the ending was just the beginning.
Once the cellulite of fear breaks down,
Every black hole becomes a portal.
In the breadth of a breath,
Everything thing becomes possible!