nny | (no subject)

A legend

Dark room.

Dark space.

Dark.

Liquid.

Grainy not-sand below. Nothing above until light is invited and invented in a masterstroke of polite creation and conversation with only one participant.

I am. Who is? I am. I am who I am. I am who you are who I was who you will be who we want to be.

Someone is singing/someone has always been singing.

Time.

Starts.

Here.

Now begins. Now is the dreamtime, too soon to have past too soon to be past and then to the past. A second sputters and dies. The Dark becomes mere darkness, because stars

the holes the rain comes through

show what it is to be different.

In that difference are the fundaments of creation.

God opens its mouth and the wor/d falls out.