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.
Copyright © Elizabeth Mccann | Year Posted 2022
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