Cold flames tessellate
in the evening wind,
a piece of wood,
trees,
forests,
villages,
prairies,
wild life,
roads,
cars
…the dead city
it will end there
a chain of understanding
finds its way through all forms of life,
from nothing to something.
This is where it all begins
In the void.
We must begin,
From the beginning.
And so we do begin,
From the end.
