The Rhythmic Universe

It came in the darkness
On a night when the moon
lay sleeping
unaware of
the rhythms below
                    miles
                    of
                    shadow
S  T  R    E        T            C                        H
around and through,
the rhythm devours the
darkness, feeding slowly off
the light in mother's veins
A pulse develops in
the braiding, streching
      breathing energies
      a concentrated matter reeking of the
      stuff of existence swallows me whole

      the universe is warm and wet and black
      with earthen blood

                  In my womb
                  I breathe
                  I smile
                  I incubate and eventually I am
    sprung from darkness
    I am thrown full-force
                          explosively into the light
                                            into the sun

            and in one second I bloom

                            and the universe blooms