Sarah Joy Freese
A world begins to form. There is no big bang,
only the quiet existentialism growing deep within me A light,
and then a dark, a sun and stars,
and then the moon, man and then beast.
The snake will come later.
I am a desert,
waiting to capture the unsuspecting.
Sand blinds my path before me and after
And as quickly as it has started, it has finished.
The sun is shining.
A prince leaves his home.
The world outside the smog turns orange. A locket opens.