The 10th Dimension

After years, things fade back to shapes. Lightness occurs, Spring blossoms releasing their branches. All the dead weight of emptiness shifts because of a sound from the universe. Of growth and flight humming deep in brittle bones.

Is it death--the slide of flesh into earth? Is it a revolution of time and space?

We are dimensions of mass and gravity, lambent memories that once lived in the Void. Deepest dark from where creation leaps, first as sphere and cube, then finally hardening into flesh in which we writhe against form and a longing to return home.