Of Our Origins

The violent vacuum of space
inhales God's breath
sucking into existence
star-saturated galaxies,
planets encased in rock,
others filled with gas, oodles of outlaw stones and pebbles
covered in ice and snow, and stars: brilliantly burning beacons
searing the shadows of space.

In this limitless darkness,
stars fry in their self-sustained pans
their core heating to unbearable degrees.
Only then do their shells crack and explode,
splattering their cataclysm in waves.
Only then, in violence and death, does space harvest life.