Before the Beginning

In a vast void ornamented with stars.  Within the pupils of a
startled starlet’s eyes and her deep sea diving lover who dreams
of remote caves, under water, unlit and inside, the mouths of
eels opened.  The closet of an old room, cold, curtains-drawn
breathes through a door, ajar.  A well, a grave, deeper than I
like to believe when light cannot reach the bottom.

There forms a new word waiting.