The mouthful of universe Sprang from a universal tongue, Armed with the Words in a corridor Of birth before the abstract divinity, The benevolent assault of creation In the circular currents away from No place and no where The whiteness bound into the sun, Lonely tears birth the oceans And with a finger provoked eruption Of earthly space, He sings the solar song, The words with roots in invisible Trees, the yellow surf of dusks, In the beginning was a dream Forming the constellation of life......