Saturday, March 02, 2019

Firsts

Motionless and staring.


First you were the sky,

And everything else was the sea.


The wind moved in the trees,

And the ground murmured.


A name and everything

It singed were the same.


And then there was no choice,

And then there was no sense.


First you were a lava flow,

And everything else was the sea.