Oh, the loom

To twine such silken threads of gold

Finer than a widow's spinneret

Harder

Stronger

Than a fisherman's braided

Grey steel

Reeling in indigo sharks

.

Spun raw by the eldest sister

The static, fire-sparked wool

Of stars and nebulae

.

Woven feather-light

Destiny's dreamy cloak

By the next sister

.

Cut a clean

Catastrophic

Blinking moment later

By the last sister's golden shears

Older than the world's spin

And sharp as though new

.

Earthquakes

Asteroids

Exploded stars

Determined by such a tiny

Snip-snap.

The universe dies and is reborn

From the virgin's

Boiling

Bloody womb

.

A strange creature with

Three

Too-large eyes reflecting hydrogen galaxies

Belly an aching

Black hole

Suffered to starve no matter how large

The swelling waves of life consumed

.

Legs. Long live lovely legs

That go on for infinity

Lips black with cold

That swallow up

Red

Green

Blue

White light and

Spit it back out like

Chewed, sweetless gum

A noodly string of atoms

.

With thickly-knuckled

Hands like comet craters

Veined with

Blue

Purple

Red rivers

Begin a dance older than divinity:

.

Weaving

On a loom


If you took the time to read, please take the time to review, for I would certainly do so for you!

~Megii