1. COSMIC SEED

In the hollow where the void is alloyed,
I drift, a mote in nebula’s womb,
No memory of the hand that forged me
A cipher scribed on the dusk of a star’s tomb.

What shape awaits when my sprout splits the night?
A tree gnawing light from the black?
Or a spark to kindle new galaxies bright,
Drunk on the vortex of time’s endless track?

Was I carved from a comet’s cold sigh,
Or sown in the ash of a sun’s funeral pyre?
The roots of my birth are whispers dissolved,
A riddle wrapped in celestial fire.

What shape awaits when my sprout splits the night?
A tree gnawing light from the black?
Or a spark to kindle new galaxies bright,
Drunk on the vortex of time’s endless track?

I pulse in the labyrinth, blind and unblessed,
Yet feel the pull of a nameless design
The ache of a bud straining at its shell,
A hymn hummed by dust in the dark’s crooked spine.

The void’s not my master, nor chaos my creed.
To become is to rupture, to fracture, to shine