.
In the jealous night, love
Unraveled my very soul.
Was I never alive?  The world,
Even the world was newborn,
Fresh and crying in a void,
Unheld in a frightful moment,
Before the heat of any touch
And even the stars were shook,
Time unsealed the heavens,
Light rushing from a singularity,
Eyes became knowledge
Collectors of concrete miracle
And the earth stopped turning
When the lost birds swooned
And the ocean quaked in tune,
Little goddess so awful, mighty
Held the stars in a celestial
Bouquet, a night immortal,
Impossibly true for any
Unbeliever.