A beginning is dark.
Life rises and falls in shadow. In void.
There is nothing to fear.
Born from chaos, we die there too.
In a continuum of space preceding order.
A gap. A crack. A yawn into existence.
All creatures submerge in this hibernation. Suspend animation.
the primal self,
the feeling self,
the darkness that is our sticky self-- and where we will return.
Not sterile ground.
we are hot, and made of starlight now.