- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
And when s/he/it began the undoing of their work s/he/it did not unpick it stick by stick s/he/it did not send earth on a never ending trajectory into the belly of an open mouthed black hole
the method was more like this: a small fist punching through cloud that had taken six days to whip from oceans, a cumulus that had spread to quench the thirst of trees and soil and grass, that had fed
amoeba, fish, and their descendants – not a drop escaping beyond the reality of earth’s remit – just one almighty fist punching through heaven knows what, exploding every thing he'd made.