The Cycle 2: Dust

Dust pulls upon dust; pushes upon dust and each drifting, spinning mote collides; all drawing closer. Meaningless time passes and pursues; blindly following The unbidden remnants of endless darkened eons. The cycle renews. Distant lamps illuminate the unbound; a tapestry weaving, twisted looms ever working. Ancient hands unseen forms a blooming canvas. Ethereal nature; forever vulnerable to blind destruction; to the interlopers. Behold! The Sleeping Giant. Behold! Celestial gods aflame Driven core; fusion of old bones cracking flares again. Distant fanfare sparkles black Recognition of novel life, unknown without shadows, flock-less; a novel cycle, become a shepherd, spinning in endless gas; dust.