THE EDGE OF TIME

Sam Huang

The dust clings tight at the edge of time 

Passing through the beams 

Of dangling, trembling air. 

Bursting, burning in an ocean of shadows. 

The void crashes down at the edge of time 

Sending an avalanche 

Through intertwining, everlasting fabrics. 

Boiling, sizzling through a sea of vacuum. 

The strings 

weave at the edge of time 

Sewing together the tapestries 

Of countless, teeming galaxies. 

Bouncing, vibrating amidst the corners of space. 

The forces unite at the edge of time 

Nurturing the spark 

That shall ignite a fire 

Burning through the pillars of the universe. 

Casting endless, fluctuating songs from its flames.