i hear Her voice in the twilight of the evening...
i hear His voice in the twilight of false dawn;
but i hear Your voice all the time.

louder under no moon
when the twinkling of the stars
emphasizes the blackness of the void
loudest while in meditation of
the infinite possibilities within interstitial space

for i am Yours
at the beginning
Firstborn of the Void
Organized Chaos

at the end
Lastborn by They
given thought by the Father
given form by the Mother

but my joy comes from the Void
to be shared with those deemed worthy

(my life comes from the Void)

for then
for now
for ever