I was hewn from a burning, vaporous cloud
While it was still dawn,
Before the births of stars or constellations or galaxies,
When expanding nebulae, in their spinning,
Became the pillars holding up the structure of the universe.
I was suspended there in the magnificent emptiness,
A flicker in darkness,
Shadow from form,
Unintelligible and shapeless,
Until the Logos imbued all with meaning.
And I became, had reason to be.
Gobbled up in matter and wrapped in stardust,
I issued forth as the product of creation’s first words.
First caused, constrained in my liberation to transcend myself.
Dreaming I dreamt, and thinking I thought,
Passing from this to that to the other,
Filling time and cramming space
In this finite replica of timeless limitlessness.
About the Creator
Writer of nonfiction and fiction, voracious reader of great literature, fan of the horror genre. None of that pays very well, if at all, so I'm thankful for my day job as an institutional research analyst. I really love long weekends.