Words rose on the water and took flight under their own power
Man was created
And woman
The land was fresh and new
A sparrow sang out
The sun glistened down in crystal shards
Stirring that feeling of dark watery magic
Elusive hope drifiting in
For a moment
Built with stone it did not flee
It stayed and grew, a muddy pool
Seeded with teeming life
Silver threads of silent sprouts rose to the sky
Twining about the bushes
From their buds came silver insects
Who turned green on their second day
Then grew golden lines
They developed muscles and wandered the air and the earth
They made love to the flowers of their mother and all her terrestrial sisters
Spreading over the barren, still terrain
The seeds of life
It was a good day
Coalescing into a pulsing orb of fire
They exploded with implausible rapidity
Over the land at the speed of light
Their web of light crystallized, suddenly wrapping the earth
Now an electromagnet, larger than life
The geometry of the minerals and the creatures shifted under its influence
Becoming sculpted talismans
Living and breathing
Transforming energy into flying packets
The exchange proliferated without direction
Timeless
Endless
Creative in its emergent chaos
New forms roiled and contested
Gradually shifting into sensual symbiosis with one another
Deliciously caressing one another’s lines of power and motion
Smooth flow was ascendant
Lost in Mist 