Out of the center of time arose thought,
From that moment of thought, consciousness.
Kind of like a disease that grew on them,
A slow encroaching and painless death.
The embers, soft infancy, glowing at first,
Soon became a raging flood of existence.
A swirl of Terrestrial beings racing into time
To taste the first fruits of the exquisite labor.
The Sentient ones sat back and watched
These newborns engorge themselves with life.
They were entertaining at first, these small ones,
Until it was noticed that they consumed all in all.
The furnace flared with envy, awaiting the time
When all of eternity would pull back in on itself,
Bringing again a soft remembrance of forever,
And a moment of eternity that would be always.

~Susan~