Quantum Birth

One became three, before there were even two.  Then one made two, and one was three.  Then three watched two and set up the rest.  Two would multiply, three would divide and recover.  Two produced five, seven, eleven, thirteen.  Each their own, at their core, balanced forces along a line.  Protection, luck, power, and something else. The last unknown before the game could proceed.  Dangers existed beyond this line, no one would speak of the next before thirteen could be contained. 

But two came from beyond the line.  First one and then the other.  More complex than the others, but recognized by them.  The edge of the sphere had been changed by those at its edge.  In this world they could not be touched more than a few times in the same way.  And each way has layers of ways, so they embedded here.

When left to their own devices, the two would resolve anything facing the rest.  They were not of their sphere, but they lived there.  They spoke of others from their sphere that went in other directions.  Seven was needed.

Sevenfold layered amidst the first sphere line.  From there they could view the rest.  Doubling reinforcements, the game could be insulated so that none below the fifth rank could be removed.  In this way, permanence originated.

Permutation expanded from the sphere, possibilities abounded.  While all must exist, for each only some.  The concept of choice, married with the filament of fate.  With this, the possibility of persistence existed, while the reality of multiplication was embedded. 

What was known for some became unknown for others, and vice versa.  Paths were carved amidst uncharted zones, there was an eerie silence, but that had been foreseen.  Some senses expanded, while others subsided.  Denizens all molded to fit their realms.

Derivatives spooling their originators.  The last crossroads for choice of expression.  Balance must be maintained, but the end sate of the stale avoided at all costs.  If two cannot maintain, then it is left to one, and one may not be without three.  Thus the infinite resonance perpetuated itself outward, covering nearly all, but not all.

An inverse force could be found, dissociating the remainder.  The small but mighty primes possessed a rarity in unknown measure amidst the field.  None could break them down farther than they they already were, within the bounds of this place at least.

So the primes met on the edges of the spheres and a depth began to form, not in a straight line, but jagged like lightning.  Along these lines the pair ran.  Looking for new ways to hold together a realm that was on the verge of collapse. 

Yes, we may be small
To some of you minutia
We're elemental.

Augment or destroy
A second degree aura
We seek to be seen,

We flit when you spin
Impacting us here or there
To us it's the same

Three ran through lanes now, like three had before.  Knowing they were in halls of greatness, and respecting them in kind.  Not looking to unwrite, but to duplicate efforts, the second three  and the first would have gotten along quite well.  Here the stage was remade into stages, and now stages abound. 

Unexpected mess
Chaos is never random
Picking up pieces

Sifting through the sheets
The forts they separate us
But never divide

Now we find ourselves running into the end, the Omega.  Where there is beginning there must be end, even when spiraling into infinity.  This end is but a reflection though, a far edge of what you have been through and will experience forevermore.

And so the edge reformed the stairs, reformed the door.  The door was opened once more and the racers stopped racing, and simply stood, waiting for the next line to be said. 

The line was long.  It was all he had ever said or written, echoed into the the halls, how's that for a name?  No wonder no one ever said it, it was far too long.  They now knew what he had seen in his travels, and how far things could go, and no one felt compelled to travel those dark paths to say they had done it.  A nickname was agreed upon.

Least, fastest, possible path of resistance.  An unfair imbalance, but that was what had been chosen, and the most elemental players had all agreed in their silence.

But he could not travel alone for longer than had been determined by committee.  The time had come for the return home.  It was overdue by most clocks, and expected by all, so it simply happened.  The walls of one sphere were swallowed up by the other, until the halls were all filled with the original sound, and in these echoes reality maintained its shape.

He sat by the keys
Ready to input himself
Twixt Eternities

But she had remained
And so he sat and listened
As the music played

So neither of them stayed in the center, where not one could survive.  The eternal everything continued in its excellence, exceeding all expectations. 

They fought their dragons
And made love and families
Preserved forever