The Big Bang
Rumour has it every molecule of
Existing in your endless universe
Was conceived in the womb of a
Singularity smaller than an atom.
Is that true?
Could something so vast and violent
(Words unworthy of the truly cosmic)
Spawn from a nano-speck of unstable emotion?
Where you really the first conscious notion –
An idea containing every idea that would
You must have been bursting
At the seams like an old suitcase
Hurriedly filled with fragments
From a past life no longer wanted;
The case as beaten and bruised
As its owner who dared to pioneer
That oldest of trades –
No, not that one; I mean the other –
That unspoken trade of self-abuse.
It must have been awful being
Weighed down by the shear density of
Not knowing what came before;
Or is amnesia just a convenience?
After all, there must have been something
Before your singular self;
Something caused you to simmer into
A rage so hot you had to invent
Space and time
Just to gauge when to leave.
Like a freshly laid egg you held
Secrets of life before life was even a trend.
Speaking of secrets, did you know there are two types –
The First comes as a whisper
Crawling with insidious intent back to its owner
On broken and scarred knees and forces them
To look on with shame and disgust.
But the second type,
Well, that’s more your thing –
All that matter exploding onto the scene at
186,000 miles per second with so many
The ultimate show-and-tell
Your white-hot consequence charging blindly forth
Like some noble but doomed light brigade.
Still, it would have been a hell of a thing
Like Pandora’s Box all jacked up on
Steroids and acid.
But I get it, now.
I really do.
An entire universe hidden away;
Burning your insides to get out.
It would be too much for anyone to bear;
Even a respectable singularity such as
Your good self.
So there you have it.
Cruel dictator or live-giving prophet?
Your dirty secrets have been
Laid bare for all to see.
Now we all know the truth –
The only way to feel alive is to
Destroy yourself in the process.
As for the molecules of
Well, I guess they were just an accidental
Postscript of your devastating afterbirth.
Thank you so much. That means a lot 🙏
Good piece ❤️