Beginning

There is a white dot. I lie on my back inside it. White walls rise everywhere Around me and above my head. There has been a noise That now is silent. The cessation is a clear Cleaving of time into Sound, no sound. I remember a hollow echo Lingering in an open place. The air is thin and clear and cool. There is an absence. I try again to lift my head; It is too big and too heavy. I am empty. I am nothing. Only the dot remains.