There

cosmos
breathed
in the night
swirling
relentless
scrambling to scream
across
itself
again
fingers, toes,
arms, and legs

restless creation
without
destiny
roils
thwarted
into destruction

move
release
ribald expunge
streams
light
fire

so
much
springs
from
nothing

must
be something

there

–by Elisabeth Connelley

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~ by Elisa on January 16, 2011.