Challenge
Challenge of the Month XI: December
The Unknown. Perhaps it's our purpose, or an obscure branch of theoretical physics. Maybe it's the existence of a supreme being, or the origin of life. Or maybe it's something more personal. Write about something unknown. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose. $100 purse to our favorite entry. Outstanding entries will be shared with our publishing partners.
The ordeal of Divinity
Drenched, endless darkness
quenched by the uproar of light under the skin,
this self-expanding abyss,
bubbles or fireflies,
or stars in the making.
The touch of starless skies against the mind,
the sleeping, wandering all-seeing eye,
all-hearing, all feeling,
tight within these layers,
where meteors tear the shell to let in life,
to let out the light, the fires of blood
like lava, spilled across what is - used to be
Nothing.
Unknown, it spins, backward,
light-years deep, forgotten among the dusty hands of time,
a boulder, an egg,
a particle in the womb of the firmament.
Engulfed by the ocean, the thirst for immortal damnation...
Time spills the soul in the shell.