Fabric

In the beginning
there was no sound,
then came a hum
a gentle vibration
turning into a voice
a harmony
a chorus
a symphony
of incredible mystery
a perfect symmetry.

Order from chaos
swirls and eruptions
torrential bursting
randomly searching
for the life
that preceeds it
with the movement
that recieves it.
Forever in concert
a cosmic masterpiece.

Causation in existence
leads to a notion
in an instant
eons of brilliance
information transference
a quirk of intelligence
constructed by scientists
in the language
of numbers.

Destruction
from the multiverse
equal to the hole in us,
it always saddens me
how we destroy the melody.
I could show everyone
the collapse of the world
the abyss swallowing words,
I would be god
revert humankind
with empathy and mind,
I would be goddess
reword the swarms
reverse havoc wrought.

But for now I weep
internal
imperfect apocalypse
die eternal
children and animals
scorch in the inferno
to ever wander and
trespass in limbo
all is forgotten
in the night
of the hallowed.