Like a bundle of energy
suppressed in a narrow cylinder
was the universe confined into
an infinitesimal particle.
The heavens were rent asunder.
From the blinding flash
a thousand suns were born into the void…
a thousand worlds.
Somewhere in the wide expanse,
inside the hanging continuum of time
hums and bustles a handful of dust,
the far off hubbub of a thousand dynasties
buried under the sand,
the bloody outcry of the silent slave,
the shriek of parturition,
the moan of him who strives and labours,
the groan of the dying,
struggling for the last breath of life.
From the infinite, the light is just reaching us
from a newborn star
sown in the universe a million years ago.