There was chaos—
nothing had shape.
It was formless and void—
the moment before creation.
A gulf existed
where matter was separated,
fragmented—
its pieces floating in circles,
a rhythm at their core.
A fragile surface, like film,
hovered over clusters of light,
molecules waiting to be gathered
into creation—
thus bringing forth
a silver dawn,
where light
is separated
from darkness.
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Comments1
Almost biblical it rings or Geneses. Nicely imaged and well written Rodriguez
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