To Split the Seconds
In the middle of the universe, I stand
deep in my chamber of death, resurrected
with no recollection of the life before
no memories of past civilizations
no planets, no comets, no Ra
In this dark vastness, my pyramid is a spaceship
launched from the Sahara desert, seeking companionship
carrying the hieroglyphics to map the cosmos
pointing to infinity from this epicentre
guided by an interstellar compass
I peer into the vacuum through the ventilation shaft
into the continuum with no soul insight, no stars right or left
I stand alone, unconscious and omnipresent as a GodKing
surrounded by silence and confusion,
I break down the walls with a big bang!
My complexion bares lashes of solar winds and sandstorms
my scarred eye sockets carry two insignificant helium atoms
they split into magnifisance to allow me instant sight, with a profound vision
with time stretching, with no hesitation,
from nothing take to the force of gravitation
To recreate anew, my ultimate universe
to set in motion galaxies and create a new paradise
to start a perfect system based on irrefutable laws of physics
pouring out light into the empty, dark space,
at the speed of light, to split the seconds
Copyright © Thabang Ngoma | Year Posted 2015
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