As I read Sphere I had the thought to work with something sphere related. I first tried to work with the sphere as a place inside the mind where one can retreat to but in doing so I lost the sphere and found only emptiness. I worked with the poem in class on Wednesday and as I did I realized that Sphere is about the Earth and how the author envisioned the world after seeing Earth from space for the first time. I took another route and wondered what would it be like to create something from nothingness while keeping to the known spaces that are our housing spheres. In the beginning there is nothing but with thought comes action and through thought the world, the Universe is born.

 

Sphere, Home to the Conscious

Floating suspended and disjointed in the ether

Pieces spread throughout the vast openness

In the blank vacuum  that is my home

A thought appears and I am born into the realm of Man

Pieces flung to the outer reaches of human myth

collect and form into

My body.

The thought resides inside what is now the consciousness

the once absent form is now the mind

The collective energies colliding, making the abstract cohesive

I am

 

I forget the realm of time and space

I fall forward into myself

folding into my new found consciousness

I am alone here at the junction of awareness

Here there is nothing

the darkness surrounds me

the vacuum consumes me

and I huddle into my own mind

I seek companionship

I cry to the palpable emptiness

There is no response but the echos of my screams

I am but one who shall create many

Thought arises

and the Universe is born.

Fire and flame dance the gentle strokes of creation

The pieces of the ether collect and recollect into housing spheres

It shall be in the spheres of life where humanity will prevail

I am the creationist the master of all

and into the spheres I place human kind

Look upon humanity through the lens of blue

See inside the sphere, the Earth

as humanity raises its voice to scream into the dark