Short and Loud…part 31…
In the Beginning…
Before the season had elements
Before language had sound
Before art had a canvass
And before electrons had charge.
There was sadness
So much so that the Universe set off to commit suicide.
Glazed in the aspirations of killing herself,
She put a gun to her head and cried a noise
So sad, it still has no earthly translation.
How ironic that in remnants of her teary eyed dismay,
She was unaware of the tiny heartbeat inside her.
And against all odds, life ticked away in her dying carcass…
Scattered in the shards of her guts and covered in her poisonous bile
Her most beautiful creation persevered.
Unfortunately though, hope still had her father’s eyes….