When the World Was An Egg

Her scrambled pessimism flowed like lava streams Her yoke incubated more than just hopes and dreams A alien world that resembled a festering wound Smouldering ash, toxic gas was all that could be found Her primordial soup had the chaotic future of a rotten egg Tomorrow was a dark blanket - overcooked solid like a boiled egg Her yesterdays were a ghost town of erupted volcano's And life was - an overheated oven - a raging inferno Before the first fish hatched to become seafood for the shark I craked open the atmosphere to release a spicy aroma with a fork Before the first dinosaur wore the scales of her costume I gave the world more than all the oceans could ever consume I was an unknown element nourishing in the stifling enigma As a master chef wailing onions and chopping red magma I was an unknown flavour preparing for this exquisite moment The main ingredient - beaten into a beautiful omelette