Prometheus

Chel Owens

Were I a god
I’d start
here
here, with nothing
a great compression of
nothing
till the built-up force of spaces between the nothing nothing nothing
exploding
expanding
extrapolating
cause slivered bits of, simply, everything.

Were I a god
I’d start
there
there, with slivers
a sparkling shower of
slivers
till, gathered, they form a winking blinking ball of thunk thought think
longing
learning
living
condensations of, really, sentience.

Were I a god
I’d start
everywhere
everywhere, with sentience
a malleable mess of
sentience
till the clumps of godmade intelligences breathe stretch move
dreaming
daring
dancing
flaming forms of, actually, life.

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In answer to Frank Prem’s analysis (in the end the flame)

24 thoughts on “Prometheus”

  6. lensdailydiary March 15, 2019 / 9:09 pm

    So nothing than slivers than sentience. What comes next. What does your world look like. Just remember safe guard your liver…..and I don’t mean Hannibal.

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    • Chelsea Owens March 16, 2019 / 10:04 am

      No, silly. The word is “terrible.”

      But, thank you!

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  10. Lyric_Rhymes April 10, 2019 / 11:47 pm

    Awesome! Hahaha, I wrote one inspired by the song “Sleeping at Last – Saturn”. Please have a look if you get a chance. Im new on here and trying to get all my stuff into a blog for the first time ever, haha.

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