Divine Hiccupia (Goddess of the Hundreds)
I used to be a Big Cheese of Creation
The Light of the world
Behold me now: the cheap trickster goddess
Loki? Ha! More like low-key:
I used to be the middle C
of all octaves!
Then the Cosmic Wave crashed
and I splintered
into a tsunami of Fibonacci shards
Travelling into the future
at the speed of light: C?
Here’s my small Goddess trick:
I burp the hiccups from infant universes,
but carbon-based life needs count every C
as a hundred (even the wine-dark ones)
I can but drive the crying ones
deep into their cups.
(Le voilà: 20*C= 2000; done as a flash-forward poem for terribleminds‘ challenge.)