In the dark
in a stillness
Breath and breeze the only substance
There I stood
or maybe flew
The darkness gave no clue to which
There it was
in that stillness
A great nothing beyond myself
A cold, black
endless nothing
For which I saw myself inside
But then, light
a spark so bright
It burns away the image of black
After white
it fades again
Leaving the black where I had stood
That fades too
vision clearing
The mirage of me bursting out
Insides pour
so much color
Innards become the ground below
Let it run
the crimson flood
Her blood becomes the breath of life
If they flow
her tears will drip
Becoming rain, Becoming sea
Lay to rest
upon the sea
In death, her body, land to walk
May it rise
her shining soul
To burn down on the floating form
From my corpse
The world began
And here I lie, the world I am
I had to write a creation story for my multi cult lit class and I used a past poem I wrote for inspiration