Before
the world was born
what lay
between the skies?
Did the bridge of
Unknown
cross over
into the great horizon?
When the first
blot of ink
was crafted,
what was the first
of its many creations?
Did it know that
from mere blots,
entire worlds have been spawned?
Did it know
with its spiraling, expanding,
pearly-darkness,
with its natural proneness to accidents,
the art and knowledge
it would found?
Be careful not to shake,
or deplete it in wasteful splatters
You should know,
with the ink of a pen
you hold
the very universe
and all its entity
between your fingertips
And between your ears,
the capacity to truly create it all.
Entire worlds…
and even more.
An underappreciated glory.
