prologue

a spark seeded a planet

some times unseen 

some thing that was once,

out of nothing arose everything 

that everything is nothing

while words were whispered

mouths formed

legs grew so that earth could upon it walk

while underneath were skies

that sang in stars

to form the endless form of bodies

that would only see feet forward

so that when in translucence could actually see that which is opaque

is not to be 

solid, 

and yet while she shakes

the world softly quakes

while she shakes

the world crumbles

copyright 2018 ⓒ / forrest gallagher