Star Crossed Photons by Eugene Samolin (i want to read a book TXT) 📕

A moment of darkness...

Bada-BANG;

I’m a photon.

A rapture of light.

I’m all, whole, one.

Limiter of the universe,

Chasing a sliver of shadow.

A glimmer in an empty hologram.

A mirror with no reflection.

A point on the pupil of an eternally receding eye unfolding in infinite directions.

All ways; always.

Forever and at once.

Present and far, away from here.

Edge within reach; just out of grasp.

This first moment:

Minutely small.

But I’m not alone,

I’m not afraid,

She’s with me.

Splayed out against spacetime’s edge,

Together we shredded through the cloak of last existence;

Tore a hole into this one;

Me ‘n’ you—last, first twoo.

A nucleus of anti-matter; the center of existence.

We’re here on the outside; belly-full of nothingness.

The cutting edge of light

Against the folds of shadow’s throat.

Nucleic anti-mass pressed against us,

Producing just the amount of pressure,

The perfect amount of weight,

Exactly what was needed

To break the skin and tear the flesh

Of spacetime’s cloth,

Ripping a hole right through to this one

Dragging the dead along behind us,

And waking it back up again,

Moment by moment, bit by bit, piece by piece,

Juicing every little drop; letting nothing go to waste.

The only way was light,

Bursting over the edge and falling back to the moment of darkness at the start.

It was always us;

The same us; the same matter;

The same light; the same life;

Right from the beginning;

All the way to the end.

Text: Eugene Samolin
Publication Date: 09-01-2020

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Dedication:
Light, love, life.