During those long in-between times After the slow fade to blackness of the previous world Before the daybreak of signs with a fresh “Let there be,” Sweeping over non-existent time When darkness slouched interminable On the surface of the deep, Only then, and never again since, Has there been a silence so deep, Until yesterday. An old man sat observing his own burial. The only revelation before his face Preparations towards entropic death He sparked a match with nothing to burn. Like all thoughts, voices, and footprints, This too whited out. He prayed to God for any sign of life. And I spoke a command Whose significance remained lost in the snow. Yes, I have wandered the vast empty spaces of the heart.