What I wrote in 2004:
They still ride in the lock of time, breathing with trillions of others across three wide dimensions and a fourth still unbroken in one direction, and they know they will die but will never die, for this is the feeling that has moved every man from the first human stirring of heart in the first chest in the first forgotten primordial wild. Before there were paintings on cave walls there was this. After words have died forever from the universe, this will remain.
Jektres. Renetta. His and Rena’s rejected fetus. Jek’s seed in him once and his in Jek. They are in this as well. With Link and Nik and Sholi, and everyone else that may be before them in their lives, and those around them now, fusing in bliss and flesh and thought. His mother and father. His uncle and his aunts and his other uncle. Everyone who has ever been complete in any other. Uncounted trillions and trillions of cells dividing and forming and shimmering and spreading. He and Link have joined the throbbing choir of life. Chloroplast taking in light. Sperm entering egg. Harmony and counterpoint, melody and syncopation. Song. Song. Song.
What I wrote tonight:
In one moment everything that is came into being. Gravity, that mysterious force, jelled hydrogen and in a flash, the first light of existence was, fiat lux, darkness warmed by protic life.
Stars condensed, glowed, fused, were. They were abrupt and massive, vast and alone in the timeless space of darkness, hearts beating in blackness, bursting the boundaries of nothingness by their furious will to be.
Eruptions, explosions, heavy matter flung into the depthless dark, and more, and more, this deep and pulsing space filled now, carbon and calcium, oxygen and iron, pumped endlessly into the scattered jewels that shimmered, watching, waiting.
And there, just there, a small bright light, condensation ringing it, just there, heat and warmth and enough moisture, not too far, not too close, enough, enough.
There, on that packed sphere of stars’ hearts, the molecules wove, and wove again, and there they learned how to make more of themselves, and they evolved.
Colors, and carapaces, and eyes to see the colors, and limbs to grasp the carapaces, and the sea, the salt tears of the mourned stars, cradled them and let them be, float, live.
They swam, they twined, they were.
Singing, star-stuff, they were.
They met, they knew one another before they knew time, they found one another and made more voices, lifted the chorus, and the stars at last saw themselves, and knew themselves, and joined bodies and linked hands and sang in joy and bliss.
Eternity found light in its own eyes. And depthless, timeless creation held its breath as one hand found another, and touched it, and knew love at last.
You are my light, my life and my star.
I always knew it was there. I always knew it was there.
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