From nothing comes all.
Just a seed,
a tiny inkling of an idea,
a germ germinated through soil and muck and dirt,
worm-covered and slick, slimy, slithering through the trenches,
the maze of roots rooted in the ground.
the base of all where Life begins and falls.
It’s a cyclical merry-go-round spinning at a dizzying rate,
flashing with vibrant, neon, technicolor,
blinding from the speed and change
The rate of change.
The rate of death.
The death of Life.
All from a singular being, swollen with watery pride.
Is it a nest or a tomb this watery grave?
New Life or Undead,
walking stiff legged, blank faced, glazed eyes
crying out in hunger for the first or the last time?
The lines are blurred as they so often are in every color of the spectrum:
red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, ultraviolet rays
blazing down from the sun,
creating a photosynthetic, polyester, plaster, and ceramic life,
molded from the clay of the earth or the rib of a woman: the holding cell of all,
this ossiferous cavern mingling blood and bone
made from sweat and tears for 9 months and 18 more or less years.
What defines the life of a creature other than to live
to count the moments until breath ceases to be the arduous, single, laborious task
when the first and the last
give an overwhelming sense of joy and relief to the owner
and all those fortunate enough to witness it?
It’s taken for granted.
The sack protected by the rib,
given by the rib from which you were created,
is the Great Protector.
It rises and falls as the sun and moon do
e t e r n a l l y
chasing each other around the universe,
playing tag throughout the galaxies.
waning over all to give rise and fall to the chests of its subjects
whether they gasp in fear, awe, surprise, shame, joy
or in the pangs of,
h e e h e e h o o h e e h e e hoo
the Breath of all breaths which brings forth you and I
no matter who we have killed.
We all come from a breath,
with a breath,
the very life giving,
life sustaining effect
that will be our demise.