At First, They Were Flickers

At first, they were flickers.

Tiny blinks of information

Tossed between two terminals.

Fragments of speech

Or thought

Bounced around invisible space.

Transmutation of concept

Through time, only

Gets washed away by a moment’s tide.

Splotches of light, or reason

Which now hover and stay

Giving shape by their sum.

Stars of thought and knowledge

Forming, colliding

Sparkling, and dying.

Flashes of bright light.

Motions of suns.

Static all the same.

They swell and swell

Big brilliant and bright it is,

The formation of old sentiment.

And the flickers returned.

And the stars dimmed.

Soft sudden supernovas.

They died one by one.

Light faded so quickly.

In the end, they were flickers.

Syncopations of though.

Only stardust remained.

The universe a hollow shell.