Madness Inside
in the beginning there was madness, until that boiled away, and all that was left was matter
Bubbling and Boiling Billions of swirling ephemera In beakers, bowls, broken shards of bone, bouncing balloons Bobbing in the etheric tide, brim-full with the brewing of Worlds. many will grow to be vast beyond comprehension and others won’t last beyond their own completion right now, they are merely chaotic clumps of cells learning how to be cells. The Mad Scientist, fondly called Time, erratically stirs and tends the nu...
