Cauldron Poem by John Prophet

Black holes
spinning.
Radiation
pulsing.
Explosion.
Exploding,
elements
created.
Gravity.
Gravity
collapsing.
Collapsing
it all.
Creations
caldron, mixing
coalescing
creating.
Creators
spark ignited.
Ignited
it all.
Violent.
Creations,
violence.
Violent beyond
comprehension.
Mixing.
Creators
ladles
furiously
mixing.
Finally.
Finally it
moves,
twitches.
Out of the
cauldron,
out of the
violence
delicate
life emerges.
Born out
of flame.
Born out
out radiation.
Born.
Miracle.