Mem

The Deep. Mother letter of water, Mem hums — the sound a sea makes with its mouth closed. Open Mem is the spring that flows and tells; closed final Mem is the sealed depth that gestates and won't. Forty of everything happens inside her: floods, desert years, weeks of forming.

Mem surged forward: with me begins Melekh, King! And was told: the world will indeed be Mine to rule, but a kingdom cannot precede its subjects. She became the waters under and over the firmament, patient as tides.