In deep-dark nothingness of space, one earth
Took its mission’s place, awaiting ‘God’s’ cue.
In dark-deep space of nothingness, One ‘God’
Has ruled, as one god ruled, as one-god rules…

In deeper dark of nothingness, one quest
Spins alone, in turbid climes of cosmic
Patterns. In darker deep of nothingness,
One earth weeps forgiveness, feeling soul-sick.

In cosmic space, there is no way to flee
To find your Father, Mother or Lover,
Forsaken by enormity, or, Time.
In a way, it is the perfect cover…

I suspect Time’s voice would sound like a keen.
Time is a coward, hidden in our genes.

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
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