She was the first thought.
Waking. Walking in the void.
Image or idol or maybe a whisper.
Voices. A melody across the deep.
And so he dreamt the world.
Orbit. He set the stars to spinning.
Galaxies flashed like neurons.
Beauty. Nova blossoms blooming.
And so the emptiness was filled up.
Earth. The rocks, the rivers, rain.
Oceans against the shoreline.
Thunder. Echoes of a sudden flame.
Promethean the spark was made.
Life. A breath beneath the waters.
Splinters of light perceived at last.
Sought. Brought out from a dreamland.
Memories fragile like glass receding.
Garden. All of this a given gift.
From eons of silence she emerged.
Speak. In power how her voice resounds.
Resolved to seek the desires of her heart.
Below. The slumbering mind remains submerged.
A hunger growing so sublime.
Love. To dance and lust and laugh like them.
A desire to join with the divine.
Built. To wish for worlds like this.
She was all his lonely heart could dream.
Lost. Tossed within a vast abyss.
Afraid to leave the waves behind.
Beloved. A world was weaved so she might dance.
And burn, and live, and be content.
Unbound. She's unaware that she is God.
The first thought, the first love ever found.
Nova Blossoms (The First Thought)
(All Art is Generated using the Wombo Dream AI App)
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