The world of eviscerated blueprints
Marked the postmortem beginning
Of the primordial sun.

Eyes peeled back layer upon layer
Of its dying warmth
Searching for some searing pattern
To melt into, absorb, glean
From it
Essential breath, heat, and movement.

It cooled in its death
Moment by fading moment.

She wrapped her arms around ash
And wept with regret to extinguish the core
Of its final ember; tears sunk deep
In searching.

The tiny ember felt the first tear,
Combusted into shards of a million stars
With the force of a billion ravens’ wings
Spanning the universe
In slick feathered flight.

Order
Fell upon her brow at last.
Peace
Fell upon her heart.

©Jen2012 1-30