Oozing black shadows Drip from the ceiling
Pooling into an inky, hopeless puddle
In the corner between sleep and awake.
The darkness unfurls itself
Down an unwelcoming corridor of space-time’s hourglass,
Undulating menacingly as it leaves a stain of emptiness in its viscous wake.
Sooty clouds of ebony wisps snare and swallow streaks of dusty dusk sunlight that struggle for life in the dithering vacuum of what remains of today.
The crusade of darkness crescendos;
Cold fingers of obsidian twilight snuff out the last flickering, copper flame of setting sun.
All that lives is a sliver of a squeak of a whisper of a despairing ember of hope,
Obliquely teetering on the thin wavering thread that stitches together inevitability and eventuality.
Sinking deeper into the cosmic ether of nothingness, the decaying glint of ash attracts the pity of a silent, omniscient force;
It’s fanned by a subtle breath of redemption
And in the blink of a spark…
Ash to ember—ember to flame
Flame to fire—fire to conflagration
Conflagration to inferno—inferno to—
Ignition,
Detonation,
Explosion—
Supernova burst of brilliant tomorrow!
The sticky black membrane of reality resonates at a frequency so cataclysmic that the tar-stained residues of yesterday evaporate into…
Memory—recollection—reminiscence—nostalgia.
Cleansing, warm maple light spills in from below the curtain like a cresting river of melted gold;
Upon its luminous ascent, an inviting bath of newborn hope dissolves the ensnaring, shadowy tendrils and inky stains of emptiness as it floods upstream towards the welcoming corridor of space-time’s hourglass