Singularities

I love this silence It must have been like this that night When God gave evidence Of time hidden in eternity And said: let there be light Only God could mute Immutability, and refute nothing With his presence absolute For what absolutely is must Exist alone, and with nothing else Can be but cannot be known And even so I, another creator Using words to make galaxies Out of dream, must forever be Alone. Writing is a silent art But wait until I speak my mind Aloud, wait until the lightning Before the thunder roars I shall be suddenly still.