The stare grew intense.
It peered into the void
piercing the darkness, probing through death
It cut through the null like a dark sword cutting through nihil.
Yet nothing happened.
For it was but a mere gaze, a stare into the void.
A fierce gaze it was a gaze that searched and probed
A gaze that grew severe, a gaze that burned like a dark flame.
Suddenly a tiny beam of light awoke.
For the gaze had sparked a flame, a tiny flame of fierce anger
A single spark of mad fury that
seethed and simmered, glimmered and glowed.
Its rage was the rage of ignorance, ignorance that knows not itself.
The blaze now sought all directions.
It searched, searched not knowing what was to be revealed by its light.
The gaze searched searched not knowing what was to be revealed to its sight.
Then in a freak second, the gaze met the spark.
Now was meaning born in the artist's mind.
The gaze groped frantically while the spark followed blindly.
The spark held the gaze in its embrace.
Light manifested itself and made sight meaningful.
Life woke languidly like a tired lover waking from night's passion.
Time set her wheels rolling, slowly and yet steadily.
Death freed her clutches on life like a satiated man.
The fruit of consciousness became ripe and dropped of the tree of ignorance.

P.S. I shall be posting more regularly now...