nothing in between
wallowing in desolation
not above nor below
I am undone
the vastness not desterted of life not yet created
no sound heard not even silence itself would speak
walking amongst solitude I must endure this
for the creation of the self the concious being, I
nothing in between
everlasting emptyness
not above nor below
I shall create
life will emerge from nothing from me they shall grow
in darkness I hear them shout filling the endless void
roaming in the absence they will become the new