The Big Bang was
Not the beginning but the
End of
What had been, and in the eons since
Fragment by atomic fragment
A new universe arises out of the dust
What was past is present once
Again
Relatively speaking
As of matter, of course.
(Previously published in Pink Cadillac, Vol 3, #4, Fall 1999; The Scrivener's Pen, Vol.3, Issue 3,2003)
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