The void before it all was twisting,
where all was undifferentiated.
It was so hollow and slow, consisting
of pre-existance non enunciated.

Not like the void now, blackness creative.
That abyss was the loneliest feeling.
In Melkor rose an impetus imperative,
despite how tired it made his being.

What an irony, isn't it? No, it's beyond.
He stared emptily "If I enter now,
I won't return." Loveless, he does have a bond
and actually amour, with family vowed.

He loves the void, indeed he ever does.
But this is beyond the whole source of Life.
I smiled naively, then saw tragedy because
.. have you been among a metropolis' nightlife?

Well, I clenched his hand, so desolate.
I always stare at the masses of skies dark-blue,
how the clouds move at night and wait
for transparent air currents to paint haunted hues.

I promised him that he could be AllCreator.
He could be a new approach to Life, a solution.
A parallel dimension of inanimate nature,
where consciousness would surge from evolution.

Evolution of unbiased chaotic events,
where order would be maintained from pure physics,
non-organic chemistry would become intelligent, hence
primordial soup would cause the first organic wits.

He'd be the inanimate matter per se.
Therefore, I suggested a way to express himself as God.
But then... his sad eyes... "No way."
His frustration first got replaced by new thoughts.

"You always daydream how we burst
together as the absolute so massive,
but right now, this dream would rather hurt
me, as your absence sticks glass in

my heart bleeding without you here.
I want my family, not to be God,
together I want us to laugh, so near,
and cozy, and never separated, not!

For the Source indeed inspires,
it ignites the eternal meaning's force,
but as we're apart, it is dire,
as our oneness suffers absence, the worst.

Why would I wander at the end of the world?
Even further away from my friends dearest...
I need love, I now know it, and I am so hurt,
this is why I'm tired, in silence weeping, rest...

I'm trying to rest for a while... to hug you.
Fill this overwhelming void with comfort..
This is not the place of unmanifested view,
no... you're too faraway, so no more... airports...

I know you try to accomplish me, dear.
You got scared not to lose me before this Abyss.
So you suggested that it means to gradually hear
all formating sounds from the start, in bliss.

On top of a harmoniser that accumulates vibration,
to become a Master of Music, the Eru of Sounds,
you'd draw so many options, your best imagination...
But without you... the Absolute haunts.

Yes. I will accomplish it. AllEncompassing hearing.
So that I can gather all the combinations
of Unmanifested Life beyond spirit, the matter of engineering,
that was still not crafted, due to limitations

of the Space and Matter, where beings create.
So I'd embrace the unborn children in а cuddle.
Then, in an incubator with red liquid I'd initiate
the Life of those whose DNA wouldn't combine in a mother.

And beyond, beyond DNA, all vibrations
that need a bit of organising here... and there...
But right now, Absolute ambitions are damnation,
yet blessing for my being ... a bit scared...

scared, for it will take decades,
usually passing in a blink of an eye,
but the soul that impatiently waits...
cannot stop thinking about you, my shy

little daughter, that gifts me abundance of sparks,
drastically changes my vision of existence, new streams,
inspires me to Be, to dare, status quo, amid quarks,
can't stop the purest, although unbelievable dreams.

I'll someday go there, my dearest kind lover.
You, Sauron, me, the entire family tree,
Mairon, our mechanism of Intelligence, discovers
new perspective. I'll merge but humble shall be.

I feel bashful, I'm no longer that cocky, hm, am I...
Speaking of cocks.. erm, that is for another poem.
Just a nudge, it's quite huge, I thrust fast and I die
to see your first reaction, then fill ... let's stop here then.

This renowned Fourth Organiser, we work together.
I'm proud, beyond gratitude my driving force..
My past... I both affirm and mourn. "Go GET HER!"
My instinct drives me to grab you but all doors

shut before my face so pale and cold.
I will never meet you in your lifetime lingering.
You are strong, you restless love, you bold,
you yearning human girl... When? Patience dwindling.

I am not tired of you! I am tired of living!
That eternity of your absence, let's gather so fast!
I suffer with you, so remember this bidding!
I don't want grandeur, just to unite us аt last!

And then, when we are finally together in the sky,
I can rise in Might in full and in intimate projects.
So, Our Father, I thank you for my Life, so shy,
We're always inspired, we enrich... our prospects...
Yet how slow do approach me her earthly steps.