The Keeper of the Egg
I am the keeper,
The keeper of the Egg.
Here in my hand
is the egg of the future,
for this is the world egg.
It is from the Earth.
Our world has given birth.
I am here to guard it.
I will keep it while it sleeps.
Soon, it will wake.
Soon, tiny rivers will begin to flow
from all the cracks and crevices
on its surface.
Rivers will form seas.
Mountains will rise.
Minute forests will grow.
Fish will swim in the waters.
Animals will appear on the land.
Birds will sing in the trees.
Its surface will teem with life.
At the end of the year,
on the stroke of midnight,
on New Year’s Eve,
I will carry it
to the top of a hill.
I will hold it aloft
and it will rise.
Up into the air
and out… out into space.
As it rises it will grow.
It will become a new world.
For this is
the Millennium Egg.
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