Birth

nothing
no things
no thingness
nothing less than something that is not
Only the beginning of only
O
It
Is
Lo and behold
It
Is
Not
Whomsoever should know Its dearth?
Whomsoever remembers His birth?
Whomsoever remembers Her?
Birth?

What would be the will of nil?
What could possibly be the will?
Of the unwilling?

Chilling...
Double negative...
Is not, nothing, something?
Anything?
Many things?
At least one thing?
As a strum
Zero rings sure
Strings theorems
Sings lullabies in darkness
Odd
Even the void is conscious
It’s lowliest
Loneliness becoming
Its only notion worth living
And in death it would create giving
Make two so those ones would never know
Humming, strumming to themselves
It made Its slow motion
Serpentine
Toroid
Unto Itself
Emotion
Magic
Imagine
Static
Intent
Then
Boom!
Surprise
Boo!
Bo / Om
Ohm
Kick drum
Heart beat box!
In tenses soon
It
Who was bigger than bang sang anew
A new tune that grew from sound to sight
And that sight was violet, deep
violent but
full of peace
It was the teacher of Aether
It was the initiation of Light
ignite
and all that mattered
all that was matter
sprang forth
in a third of the
first light second scattered
then
It
was no longer
sacrifice
sacrifice for something more--
two things less
sum greater than Its parts
It dissipated a mist amidst
emerging myths

and It became Is
forever to be missed

but now there were two
two as in me and you
two as in red and blue
two as in
ten as in
one and O
as in binary code
two as in the poles
of spectrums magnetic
to be more specific prophetic
prolific
electrogravitics
if She was black then
he was white
and She liked no
it was love at first sight
and She, Her name was Aether
He knew his name was Light
neither knew how either knew
but Light and Aether
knew their names to be Truth

if She was chaos
he was order
they were thee
aboriginal lovers
but they did not know
they were sister and brother
for Is was their father
and Is was their mother