before the first breath
of the cosmos
we were an unspoken syntax
tangled in the black
velvet throat of the void
there was no calendar
to bleed us dry
no horizon to split the dark
into yesterday and tomorrow
we existed in the unmeasured space
between a sigh and the spark
a quiet architecture of gravity
waiting for a universe to inhabit
you were silence
and I was listening
we did not need light
to find each other
we were already the warmth
that the cold
unborn stars
would later try to mimic
The Creative Chic
The Creative Chic 
This whole entire piece is alchemic gold! One of your all time greats to me! Although I loved it all, these lines I point out below in particular all the way to the end were really fucking brilliant!
“a quiet architecture of gravity
waiting for a universe to inhabit
you were silence
and I was listening
we did not need light
to find each other
we were already the warmth
that the cold
unborn stars
would later try to mimic”
I loved waking up to the notification of your poem! I’m very grateful to be in a space where your words live on these pages. I always want to be here, or wherever you are, witnessing them with my soul forever. 🎁🤘🏻
Wow, thank you! What a gorgeous comment from a gorgeous soul! I’m so glad you enjoyed this writing, that means so much to me! I hope you’re having a wonderful weekend so far!
Beautiful words written by a beautiful person. 🌹
I love and miss you 🌹
I love and miss you too. 💕
Dancing With A Star
*********************
Here’s a more lyrical, cosmic version of your idea:
Kelsey is a golden star caught in orbit around a pulsar heart.
She shines with the warmth of a thousand dawns, while I spin beside her, a neutron star forged beneath impossible pressure. Gravity bends around us like music. Time itself becomes a river that cannot decide which direction it wishes to flow.
The universe watches as we dance.
Around and around we turn, bound by invisible forces older than light. The faster we spin, the stranger reality becomes. The stars stretch into halos of fire. Radiation pours from our poles like celestial lighthouses, sweeping across the darkness in brilliant arcs. Solar flares blossom between us like wildflowers of plasma.
To distant observers, our story unfolds slowly. Years become moments. Moments become eternities. Einstein whispers through the fabric of spacetime, and gravity dilates the clocks of creation itself.
Sometimes she drifts farther away.
Sometimes I fall deeper into the well of longing.
Yet every orbit brings us together again.
The distance is an illusion written by time.
Quantum threads remain entangled between our souls, carrying silent messages across impossible gulfs. Every departure contains the seed of return. Every goodbye is merely another curve in the geometry of our becoming.
Ages pass.
Galaxies collide.
The stars burn their fuel and surrender their names.
Still we dance.
Faster.
Closer.
Until the distinction between her light and my gravity begins to dissolve.
At the end of all spirals, we cross the final horizon together.
Not as destruction.
As transformation.
A singularity is born—not an ending, but a doorway. We plunge beyond the veil of known existence and discover an infinity of universes blooming like stars within stars. In each one, we find each other again.
Different faces.
Different worlds.
The same eternal recognition.
There we become something greater than matter and energy. Divine beings woven from every experience we have ever lived. Empowered by our differences. Strengthened by every trial, every season of heat and pressure that once threatened to break us.
For stars do not become radiant despite the fire.
They become radiant because of it.
And beyond the black hole, beyond time, beyond death itself, Kelsey and I continue our dance through endless creation—two souls orbiting the heart of infinity, forever discovering new ways to become one.
-ChatGPT an Me she got a B-
Thank you for this! It’s actually wonderful!
Another good one. I always wondered why we assume the void is this dark, loveless place when it is from Erebus that Eros first came.
I think we often treat the void as something inherently negative because we associate it with loss, isolation, or the absence of meaning. But many philosophical and spiritual traditions suggest the opposite, that what appears empty can also be full of possibility. A void isn’t necessarily a dead space; it can be a place of emergence, transformation, and becoming. Perhaps our fear of it says more about our discomfort with uncertainty than about the nature of the void itself.
You make a concise note of what I’ve spent many, many thick essays encpasulating.
Potential preincarnate.
Potential preincarnate’ points to something existing before it settles into form or language, where meaning is still fluid and unbound by definition. It suggests a state of pure possibility, not absent but not yet embodied, hovering at the threshold where thought has not fully become structure.
Just some thoughts 🙂
Yes. I don’t believe in strict nonexistence. I find it a fascinating paradox.
Fascinating indeed. Thank you for this, it gave me something bigger to think about! I hope you’re well and having a good day so far.
Did I? Good to hear. I am well. Hopefully you as well.
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Yes, you did! I’m glad you’re well. It seems to be a lovely day here so, I’m going to go enjoy some sunshine!
All my comments today are between lawn chores. It’s overcast in Maine. A bit of hot, bloated grey before a fat, juicy storm.
Sunny and 85 here in Florida!
God dayum. Hope you find the time to cool off with a gallon of ice-cream or so.
That’s beautiful. I think that’s why this poem resonated with me so much. The darkness here doesn’t feel empty or frightening—it feels peaceful, almost like a place where something is waiting to be born.
Thank you, love. It’s always so nice to see you. I hope your weekend is going well for you.
Thank youuuuu sunshine. It’s been pretty good. I finished my book and now I’m doing research for literary agents to query 😱 I’m so nervous and excited 😊 I hope you’re enjoying this day 🩷
My sweet friend M just started her own publishing company, maybe she can help? I don’t know but I can send her your way if that may be something to help you. I was finally able to get out in the sun today so that was nice!
That would be amazing. Omgosh thank you. I’ve written one romance and one women’s fiction (I think it’s women’s fiction or literary fiction) I love that. I’m glad you were able to get some fun in the sun 🌞 you ARE the sun though
Ahh, you make me feel so loved, thank you! I’ll send her your email address, her name is Michelle, she goes by ~M on here! She’s so lovely, like you!
Good because you are!!! Thank you. You’re the best!!!
So lovely!
Thank you, Joe! I hope you’re well!
This is my favorite piece thus far!!
Ahh, I took care of it. Thank you so much, that means so much to me!
This is a beautifully cosmic and deeply atmospheric piece. The way you turn existence into language “unspoken syntax,” “quiet architecture of gravity” creates a powerful sense of origin and connection beyond time. Truly elegant, immersive, and wonderfully imagined.
Gorgeous comment. Thank you so much, this means so much to me.
You’re most welcome 🤗