My Big Bang Theory
In the matter of space and time I lay it all on the
line as my mind starts to fray
I hold on to a shred of reality, tightly as I can,
in hopes it doesn’t all go away
I push and I pull, wrestling the darkness,
fight with all my might
Something low, something snaps, I twist around, thrown down,
holding on to what is left of my mind
Silence, utter silence, then, I can hear a low soft whistling
With a shimmer of colour and light, my mind explodes,
a thousand colours across my field of vision
With thin vapours firing out in all directions, my eyes
can’t believe the impending collision
I stagger to my feet, holding my breath and
I count slowly; one, two, three, four
With a sudden burst, my vision clear, everything
explodes, expanding evermore
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