I think we were alive before life itself existed.
All-embracing as Nothing
minute as Everything.
This black breadth is the blanket
of which all lies and truth hide under.

No perception mattered
to see, to hear, to smell, to taste, to touch
and all other ways to sense
could never disturb us.
We felt it all, unaffected.

Time cannot touch us here
we are eternal gods
swimming in the milky primordial void.
Our waltz was peaceful
as a sleeping baby, incapable of abstractions

and as graceful than
a seraph in any dimension.
When we ceased to be
we exploded and flung
to opposite sides of infinity.

But at least we created something beautiful.