I behold the blackest of echoes,
For in the begining there was black
And the warmest of all silences,
And all slumbers and all stillnesses,
But then comes a carbon newness;
Life arrives, seething and crawling...
I behold the unspeakable light—
Radiant mists, coated in carbon,
Multiplication; number by number,
Impossible calculations over, again,
Endless, boundless, ceaseless...
Suns are born; light becomes speech
In unseen waves of beautiful red;
Usurping the black before it—
A most great, flattened, dimension...