The Edge

Originally written January 2020.

The empty black expansion
Void of life and mother to none
Just was
And continued to be.

As energy is made
It cannot be lost
Suddenly a beam of luminescent light pierced the space
And an explosion was seen but not heard.

The energy trod on in various directions
Seemingly meaningless but with a hidden purpose
Piece by piece they became one
A massive singular circular rock.

Not blue not green
Not yet
But black and red
Born of fire and bred for lust.

It was only over time
During the complete entropy
Some green and some blue appeared
And the first breath was taken.

The first breath led to the second
The second led to the first death
The first death to the second birth
And so on.

A balance was forged
Between the rock and the life
Not too much and not too little
There would be enough for everyone.

But an unfair advantage
A hidden hand and a hungry mind
Coupled together
Broke the balance.

The rock did not respond
It could not
It remained blue and green
Albeit sans the vibrancy.

The wanton nature of the hand
The blissful ignorance of the mind
The rock could not take
So much was happening.

The blue rock tried its best
It fell prey to the repetitive nature of those on it
Pressure would mount
And suddenly stop.

The pressure on all sides
From the bottom to the top
To the left and right
With an increasing rhythm.

There was no protection
The rock ran red
There was only the embrace
Of an engulfing and all too similar dark chasm.

The chasm starred at the rock
With a hungry somehow wet smile
Slowly the blue and the green turned to red
And then to black.

Piece by piece the rock vanished
With a silent relief
As it could not find a solution
To all the gross stimulation
Caused by those with the last breath.