Poem: Nil

(For National Poetry Month I am writing a stream-of-conscious poem per day. Each poem is  a spontaneous poem single edit – could get messy!  Here is Poem #10.)

nothing comes from nothing
yet we all arose from nothing;
so long ago that we no longer
hear the song – only the echoes
of the crashing primordial drums
beating out the pulse of time:
in our veins,
in our hearts,
in our cells.

we carry with us everywhere
the naked gifts of our birth
embedded into our dying skin;
bright lights burning our eyes
cold air sharp on aching lungs
we gasp at life
flail at living
nuzzle for sustenance.

I would love you so much more
than that moment of first life;
Make you my constellation
so I could sail through time
beneath the glimmer of you;
Yet you couldn’t even say
the colour of my eyes.

Ex nilio.


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