i vaulted toward the nakedness of oblivion, somewhere in the night
as stars rained down, the pillars of creation straining at the heaviest of metaphors
and the thunder resounded a thousand times, to become the whispering of God
the ancient tones in tune with our bones, the vibration of flesh that is life
to listen for the Word that was with God, that spoke being into being
then blink: i am nothing, for is a finger of the infinite light a sky of solid white
