WITHOUT EMOTION By Kathy Powers

In the land of static dark and light,

only shadow moved. Reproaching whispers

unsuccessfully attempted to control shadows’ actions.

Infinite shadows followed light,

hid in dark, remained deaf and mute

to the prodding prompts. Anxiety,

the country’s name, existed in

circular paranoia. Only shadow dodging

purposed the population, endlessly 

running from undefined fear.

In fact, purpose had no purpose.

Until after millennia of shadow play:

sun introduced colors , colors begot growth,

growth welcomed choice, and

shadows textured the existence palette.

Then there was music, cacophony and language.

With so many varied entities, structures formed

to organize and repress behavioral expansion,

lest pandemonium arise and destroy the new tableau.

These structures resembled the whispers that

tried to influence before-shadows, 

with the same unproductive effect.

When a big bang erupted, the world of dark,

light and shadow reformed. And so, 

life resumed, repeating endlessly, 

with unfeeling entities performing their

unknown meanings of haphazard existence.