It all started with the Big Bang
careening beyond the blackness,
weaving blue electricity
through the barren void of cosmos.
Then came the endless pulse of light
like a cardiac monitor
calling to the cradle of life
for it to be reborn again
and from the womb of the stars sprung
the stories of sacred spirits
that stoked our imaginations
like stacks of wood on the fire.
Until, at last, the burnt day comes;
where billowing flames unravel
the broken strands of creation
back to the heart of its great beast
and out of the blackened ashes
will crawl the Small Song of silence
who will retie the strings of shame
with the ropes of humility.
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