Between the first and last
Nothingness, before the cry of Men
I feel the silence of centuries
When Earth was occupied by
A fathomless zero of eternity
A tulip temple of wakeless night
Dawns and sunsets gone uninterrupted
Before the tardy suffering of mortality
That mute featureless unknown
Of absolute patience is, prolonging
The quantum observation of creation
The kind slumber of a million suns
Jewelled dreams of nameless movement
Before symbol, idea, language, innovation
And before fire, war, cities, desire, wealth
All that makes men beasts and unspiritual
I feel the shadows spinning, entry of souls
The heavy cosmic rest before another cycle
One spirit sole of creation ready to rise again
Yet another species to make their disillusioned grin
Their stamp upon resources, upon history
To force the world’s blind necessity
To arise with the glamour of the flesh
And make the worlds shudder with man made scars.
