Path 1: Expectations

A shroud

dark as obsidian

but fertile with a sigh of change

so eager to escape

that it emerged

endlessly.

The first night was eternal.

Existence, though without vectors

was limitless

was shapeless.

Without defining ladles

how could these dark waters be scooped neatly into containers

with some predetermined and measured

expected

size and purpose.

And over the billions of years

millions of mouths, hands, noses, ears, eyes

flowed in formless and blind masses into people-shaped jars.

easily labelled by the

minds

that occupied them.

Upon watery bodies the mouths said:

let there be kindness and spite

Jealousy and admiration.

Let there be containers within jars within endless seas

because they are supposed to be there.

Present day,

7.3 billion mouths swallowed time stolen from nothing

Their existence defined by the light of what they expected

of themselves

of each other

of the world

that already delivered itself

Light that could ignite wounds to be closed,

wounds, but maybe tongues simply trying to savor

an existence

holding their breath.