The ordeal of Divinity

Drenched, endless darkness

quenched by the uproar of light under the skin,

this self-expanding abyss,

bubbles or fireflies,

or stars in the making.

The touch of starless skies against the mind,

the sleeping, wandering all-seeing eye,

all-hearing, all feeling,

tight within these layers,

where meteors tear the shell to let in life,

to let out the light, the fires of blood

like lava, spilled across what is - used to be

Nothing.

Unknown, it spins, backward,

light-years deep, forgotten among the dusty hands of time,

a boulder, an egg,

a particle in the womb of the firmament.

Engulfed by the ocean, the thirst for immortal damnation...

Time spills the soul in the shell.