Births and Deaths

Life is a spark between two identical voids, the darkness before birth
and the one after death........unknown


A whine from that exact very first
moment in time.
Before the meaning of existence  
was defined.
A child of the raw universe
needs no alibis.  
The wonder & terror serve fine.  
 
He had a bludgeoning beauty
with fatal deadly eyes.
With a dark soul carrying my existence
to its mortal demise.  
 
I was back at the birth of time.  
With answers from the pains left behind.  
The universe greedily devoured
the relentless monotony of the hours.  
The little births and deaths of being alive.