19 May, 2016

Ancient text 2: voice and death and rains

It was not until
there was Voice
that the rains paid any attention
and Death could finally
be laughed at

Voice was a twin,
her copy dark, seismic
He told more jokes than she
They could always hear one another

Rains learned to laugh,
inspired by the velvet growing
unexpectedly on rocks
Voice was endless with power

It was these howling twins,
born in the center of a star
that created the ability to tease
Before the rains’ laughs, everything was silent

This pair clamored to create the seas
Their laughter forced mountains to stretch
All the secrets of the old world drowned
Death felt obsolete

No comments: