Empty

From the pinhole of the universe

callous atoms, gluons, quarks,

And countless others flew forth.

It was just there, tightly compacted,

gnashing at one another: Creating,

validating, and destroying each other

in wondrous dances within the cataclysmic

clouds. A void had been broken,

And a new one made; from nothing,

came something, which really

Turned out to be nothing at all.

More empty than full,

Emptiness won out

Pushing the dark with energy

All across the sky.