dispensing swirls of light
before names, before time,
spontaneous tendrils hemorrhage passionately.
stabbing the fertile soil of night.
Atlas groans under the mass, fingers claw
toward stability, bending, shrugging, shifting,
hoisting each eruption into position.
each muscle before the down-stroke.
Poised, without plan, silver strings
cower beneath my hovering hand,
chords slammed through a Sunn Amp.
I mimic the concert of God –
fusing softly. The countless Denizens of Eternity
stand to admire, “Fire! Fire! Fire!”
and Infinity bursts into bloom.
Notes like ash drift from the eager womb,
seeds burrow, sprout songs. Incessant pulsing moves the rapt onlookers to applause.
One whispers, “Hush”, and then conception,
gestation, birth. A spiral of milk
spills from torrential breasts.
strung randomly are subject to magic.
The full belly grows warm with spawn,
igneous arms lift the dawn, infant fingers rise
into cerulean skies, wiggling cloud-ward.
spills pearl white milk to young Earth;
first breath, the infant suckles…
there has been a birth.
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