And, so there was an emptiness,
Barren, sterile devoid.
Imagine the unimaginable
An endless dark dark void.
An act of instantaneous creation
That rippled on and on
So before it got where it was going
The beginning had gone,
Moving ever onward, spreading
A vast and nebulous globe
Speeding on ever faster
A constantly expanding probe.
At its centre a near emptiness
In an act of thinning
As the expanding outer edges
Were pursued by their beginning..
Chaos creation and destruction
Galaxies stars born and dying
Expanding infinities
Gravity defying.
At the epicentre
Will there come a time when
In that expanding emptiness
The process will start again,
Dimensions and parallels
In a never ending race
To briefly occupy a position
In the growing vastness of space.
Is there a place for a deity
In this suggested creation scheme
Or is it just a construct, a result
Of mankind’s egoistical dream,
To explain the inexplicable.
On Continuous Creation
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