Into Apparency

 

Prior to creation

Quiet—

before The Bang brought forth

its own matter through which

sound waved and echoed,

before the seed burst out

loud red, from its casket

buried under stone deaf earth,

before the alarm buzzed

through neurons, breaking

silent synapses of dreams,

before raucous obligation

and needling annoyance,

in still nothing peace—

The Idea screams loudest

for release.

 (© 2011 Connie S. Tettenborn)