In the Beginning

In the Beginning

Eyes in pools of darkness, draped in shrouds of time.
Where chaos rules eternal and spirits reign sublime.
Through mists of dark creation by pools of oily scum
Cayons carved by wind and rain where endless rivers run

Drip drop, drip drop on the stones they plop.
On and on a cycle, that never seems to stop.
Where acids simmer waiting, something to begin,
And molecules pad endless their unrequited swim.
Eternity sits idle in the boredom of her keep.
Silence weighs eternal, while winds of darkness sleep.
In caves eroded barely noted, quarried cold and deep.

In bowels of nature's caldron, where bubbles brew and pop.
Where how it really happened, a bend in time forgot.
Where recollection's miracle, for endless eons slept,
Etched onto a plasmic husk and secretively kept.
To unrelenting stillness where nothing comes to pass,
In endless combinations of liquid stone and gas.
To wonders of beginnings when life recalled its name,
In heat of sun, gust of wind and flood of driving rain.