Before the beginning,
When there was only God,
He writhed with the pain
Of Heaven and Earth
Within His Belly.
He birth’d and then…
There was the Sun,
Distanced from the Nebula;
And the Sun looked out
From the Nimbus
Of his savage heat
And he saw only the Darkness
That he illuminated;
And he felt the pain
Of his own congestion of Alchemy.
On the first day
Out of necessity, he spewed out Earth,
While he remained Earth’s Heaven.
And Earth, as a remnant
Of the pain of birth,
Circled ever around him,
Desiring the fatal re-union.
The Earth, revolving, desirous of love,
And unable to approach
The love it desired,
Spewed up from its entrails —
Out of its desire —
Man and Woman,
Who would forever remain rooted,
Not out of love,
But out of Law
To its mother, the Earth.
So the Sun established the pattern:
Necessity out of pain.
The Earth established the pattern:
Desire birthing its own necessity.
The Sons and Daughters
Of the Sun’s Earth
Established the pattern of both:
Law, which they defied;
Desire, which they deified.
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