An Icy Burn (Wait)

I waited for the sun to rise. It fell.

I waited for the day to come. It went.

I waited till the stars fell down and annihilated the earth with their mighty glow - I waited after you said go.

I waited till my body imploded into little specks of star dust I was born of 

My soul waited as the specs, I was, unfolded into this universe - arbitrarily forming a different creature. 

And yet, as this inhuman creature I waited for the end, the inevitable end, to come, to whisper away the secret - the secret which enslaves the whole time and space.

I went on and on - a planet, a leech, a comet, a cloud, a star

A brand on the flesh of this universe - infinite - frozen through time and space  -  bursting open at the close - solitary, I saw it, finally the last page turned

I saw it burn with a flare so bright, so blatantly  obscure

Like a fool I went - into the center - the fixed point and yet no voice whispered in my mind - no secret told - no plan - no meaning - no purpose -nothing

Everything that ever was, everything that ever will be had no deep dark secret that ran underneath the pipelines of the universe to illuminate my soul.

'But I waited' I said

'What for?'

'For the secret'  I said

'There is none - never was'

Inspired by 'Foucault's Pendulum' by Umberto Eco