in darkness, a flicker shone

brighter than the sun.

the womb of gods

and the silver dagger

to cut open their throats.

the dream of a tiny hairess monkey,

on a tiny floating rock,

in a tiny merry-go-round,

as a tiny pebble on a path

pale as a dove's wing.

it blinded the heavens,

the great void, even infinity itself.

and its voice echoed

and rumbled every being

and every thing in the universe:

hello, world.