In the hollow of my hand, I hold eternity

Here, caught on the fault-lines of fresh skin
Dandelion-seed, breath-weight, bright as a new star
Shimmering, liquid light, spilling soundless
Through gaps between curled, curved fingers

Here, standing in pure paper-white oblivion
Feet firm on the shore of nothing-in-particular
I stand, sole singer of creation

Here, where the first strands of night boil out
From puddled pools of glowing, silvered light
Where spreading tendrils seep, call sea, sky, land
From blank eternal brightness
Where the stars, jewel-bright, one by one
Glitter into sparkling existence

And darkness, new and bright, black as a crow’s wing
Seeps in through eyes and nose and mouth and ears
Caresses skin, slips soft through pores,
Enshrouds, enwraps, enfolds
Kisses swirls and curlicues, curves, arcs
On red-sheathed bone, strong as a sunrise
Black-ink brushstrokes of a new beginning

I stand, and hold an infinite universe between my fingers
And sing the stars to life


Copyright © 2018 by Finn McLellan.  All rights reserved.


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