When the Universe Spoke

Megalithic and ancient, of unknown origin. The long dead disciples, their bones now dust and scattered in the wind. These fragments of a soul like specks of sentient will, black matter fills the void of all that can be killed. Blank-faced enigma, nurturing stars. Residual carbon is all that we are. At first there is nothing and then it unfolds. Evolves into something, no one can control. The ones who forgot us when the dam finally broke were longing for silence when the universe spoke. The eloquence in sadness of uncompromised loss, from a temporal riptide to a cancerous growth as all the lines are crossed. Time is the immortal continuum, Death is this subconscious design. The relentless scavenger of galaxies will not cease or devolve. Blank-faced enigma, nurturing stars. Residual carbon is all that we are. At first there is nothing and then it unfolds. Evolves into something, no one can control. The ones who forgot us when the dam finally broke were longing for silence when the universe spoke. Deflect to the warship, cease and desist. The ones that we fought for are no longer missed. No! At first there is nothing and then it unfolds. Evolves into something, no one can control. The ones who forgot us when the dam finally broke were longing for silence when the universe spoke.