Light burst from darkness

Light burst from darkness.

Light burst.

BURST!

From nothing

And spilled everywhere like so many little gems of everything.

 

Burst.

The sound a cosmic slap; blew up and out and over and down;

Burst, ruptured, exploded joyous

And light running out, accelerating.

Light, then you; light, and breath and sounds, then touch

The spark in your eyes as you walked toward me, the glitter dazzling; the static of your skin, friction to warmth.

Light

Burst

And blew us over. Rained on us, soaked us in the questions of uncertainty, clues to be puzzled, probed, tasted, thrilled.

 

NO you can not be gone

Can not

Be gone. Can not be gone. Can not.

 

Light burst; flowed past

Filled the dark.

 

Light.

Left voids, swirling sucking voids

That darkness filled.

Left voids

Stole sounds, left empty air

Left hollows

Took words and voices

Took words and voices to fill distant voids with cries no one can hear;

Voids wrapped,  walled in bruised hearts, wrapped twice, thrice so no sound or light escapes.

 

Light burst

The sounds of tearing

The sound of breaking apart

Light burst

Burst.

Left a hole.

Burst;

Left a hole with nothing but crushing vacuums

Where we hold to our silences alone.

About michaelstephendaigle

I have been writing most of my life. I have written at least three complete novels, have three others started and on my website michaelstephendaigle.com is the draft chapter of the latest effort,"The Swamps of Jersey."
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