in the beginning was a dot
and the dot begat a line,
dot and line, letter begot
and letter became a sign

from the sign, a word appeared
in that word, laid hidden sign,
Through sign, letter, line, dot disappeared
But dot's still there, clandestine.

in the beginning there was no time
No-time spoke, begetting time,
and from the time, there awoke,
a turning wheel, axle and spoke.

In that wheel was ascent, descent,
north and south and east and west
but in the centre of gyration
was place of nothingness, of no station.

And in that space there was No-time
Who was the prime but had no prime
Who was the beginning of the dot
The dot that is in all, and all begot.