Dawn and Dusk (for Anneke van Giersbergen)

In the dawn of silence,

a pattern of words falls exhaustively upon the shattered shards of sulphur,

on this end dawn.

It begins now,

an event of no significance.

Why is it remembered?

Who will be there to remember

if God doesn't exist to create people?

Who's to say anything happened at all?

You?

There was no event.