Brahma’s one hundred and fifteenth dream
rolls over the ripples of existence
Of people, planets, and pieces of random universes
Through the black silhouettes
of dead days,
Seconds and aeons.
The universe is washing
in Brahma’s subtle smile.
A supernova exploded.
A door creaked
the kettle boiled
an old man died
A little girl cried
When her drunken father hit her mother again.
A dead fish
floating upside down
In the poisoned river
while workers in yellow jumpsuits
roll the rusty barrels off the truck.
The helium atoms fuse
to form lithium atoms,
dark matter balances entropy.
A tank fires into an apartment building.
Brahma sleeps, smiling.
He conceived it somehow differently.
The one hundred and sixteenth dream is about to begin.
About the Creator
Nik Hein
A sci-fi reader, writer and fan. If you like my stories, there's more here
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