Beginning of Being
Glass steel window walled room. Dark and bright all at once. Rows and rows of vessels, calm and still. The face is breathless. Motionless and un-alive yet far from death. Grey matter for flesh, grey because the blood is still. Singled out from all the other sesproc. It is her turn. Her neck curves gracefully young and un-worn. Hair drapes from her adult head, flowing down either side of its rest. Color now in her empty lips and cheeks. The grey matter prepares for life. His hand pressed into the mechanical orifice. Shocking light energy’s breath enters. One slow, rushing, steady gasp of life. Eyes gaping, shocked from their sleep, head arched back and mouth wide open, consuming the new world with fervent hunger. Never to lie still again, never to know total peace, never to be empty, never quiet. So life admits her into existence. So she comes to being.