First Light Poem by John Prophet

Bright
beyond
description.
Local
spacetime begins.
Nothing before.
Nothing in
this realm,
others in
numbers
unfathomable.
Dance of
creation,
spinning
into existence.
Trillions of years
in the making,
beginning
to end.
Then,
ultimately,
death.
Local spacetime
freezes in place,
enveloped in
deep time.
Forever!
Progeny
expanding,
growing,
creating new
realities,
new spacetime
apart,
separate from
the rest.
Growing, writhing
life like
in nature.
Multiverse,
fractalverse,
no words
express age.
Mother of
creation
working in
mysterious ways.
Knitting a
tapestry
never ending,
complex
as it is
beautiful.