"Creation"

A Poem by Katy Kianush

Every time
This mortal world
Casts its shadow upon me,
In the myriad of chambers
In my heart
A light goes out.

And,
Standing on the edge of an abyss
I look,
Only to find, Darkness
Fixed firm, And relentless.

Then,
As if from the beginning of time,
A primeval cry
Consumes my whole existence.

And,
The darkness eclipsing my soul
With its cold silence,
Is shattered,
Broken into millions of trivial pieces
By an immortal Sun
Hidden within me.

Published in the "Forum":
The Journal of the National Acrylic Painters' Association
November 1998

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