eddie mont | before the beginning

Before the beginning

Before the beginning
Was the end
Of something
That began
Before the beginning

The truth lies behind clouds of Hydrogen dust
The flaked skin of spinning galaxies
Cosmic dandruff
Psoriatic casings
The scabbed blood
Of deities conjured
By the smoke of burning sacred texts
By the silent screams of madmen
Whose thoughts whirl off toy train tracks
Into whirlpools the color of prismatic skies

Into the point of Singularity

Truth is darkness
Impenetrable webs of black diamonds
That can never shine
Its tears frozen ice planets
Inconsolable
Flying through space

In circles…
Always circles…

When you peel the skin of the Onion
It will make you cry.