Origins

ORIGINS I It began in the dank basement of the Thallasic column steeped in abyssal brine of a thousand supernovae so much alchemic sludge churned up, expelled by the co-tidal vice into the epeiric sea A million points of organic flotsam and jetsam; Indra’s vast net billowing, swollen and bloated by myriad regurgitating fountains, shattered vents, open ocean scars from which inky bathyl streamers wave to and fro a trillion interactions, a revolution every second The colossus flexes, stirs. II The inland sea carved a path awash with silt and sand-grain memories of a thousand shores the alluvium mire replete with vagabond deposits buoyant and bobbing ethereal strands of angel hair wafting through the abyss nerves and sinews and veins myriad natant snowflakes tripping atop organic ooze vast web spanning to the lapping fetch on clay-layered littoral ledges. III The swirling brew, rain-pummeled and vent-swollen dividing, sub-dividing, swept by bitter sea brine its mind’s eye under a thick film squints open. ---Life was not wrought in the witch’s cauldron--- ---The Cauldron itself came to life--- The Universe awoke from its eternal slumber, and Thalassa stirred rocked and bathed in a vast organic web, star lit and floating in a Nebula of Dreams IV Information-gathering units each body a corpus of datum splitting, spinning, joining, fusing probing, flattening, bloating, separating spawning countless non-appendage heralds crawling, flying, walking, swimming, floating WE ARE THE MANY IN THE ONE WE ARE THE ONE OF THE MANY WE ARE THALASSA