Whatever force pulled together
the scattered particles,
cultivating them,
causing their mass to envelope itself,
sharing its existence endlessly

Until the perfect moment:
When every unknowing particle
trembled with the promises of endless possibility
and the underlying terror that accompanies irrevocable change

When all they had ever been
would be washed away by a great light
shrouded in mystery

A light
that turns through the darkness, piercing
and imparts new existence
in accordance with things unseen