'Thou shalt not make unto thee any graven image...'
Exodus 20:4
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From the present moment to the day we've met..
I recognize it as a Big Bang event.
The starting point, the birth.
It's like you were behind the curtains
of the newborn Universe.
Next as an alien almighty fairy
you settled on still hot and fluid Earth.
She was back then so immature, unformed.
And you began to fill the humming void:
of mud and stones you molded breathing toys.
Soon you got tired digging in sandbox
and left devoted servants devastated.
They've tried to urge, propitiate of course.
They've built you seven wonders of the world.
But you were deaf and blind, you didn't even notice.
In fact you proved to be the devil's opus
who left her own creatures in neglect.
Since then they felt deprived and wrecked
because their guiding lighthouse faded.
Devouring darkness has descended.
***
The day we met. The starting point. The dawn.
A tiny bit of warmth, right after that
bloody sunset. I had no time to warm my innards.
But due to energy of disappointment
the sea ran out of water, it evaporated.