THE EDGE OF TIME

Sam Huang, BIPH

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.