I
As always \ there is a beginning.
A circle \ births of herself
And all emerges.
A chaos.
A maelstrom.
But a nature too.
A sphere.
Now comes \ out of the maelstrom \ an order.
All of these things \ from the beginning.
In the space of time \ the elements.
Each knows itself.
And the others \ as it learns to dance.
And the sphere \ is one with itself.
But yet it is not.
The colours burn \ primordial \ and primary.
As it is \ with all beginnings \ a dance of light.
Eternal.
On and on \ it begins it marches \ forward.
Leaving its past \ behind.
Where others \ might follow.
Each of itself \ among them all.
And all of each.
They follow.
They dance.
They are.
The dance continues \ the order matures.
The children \ of the beginning \ begat their own.
Until the beginning \ is left behind.
And the children’s children \ are one of themselves
yet remain of the others.
Some escape some destroy.
Some embrace.
And those who are \ begat more.
Each of its past \ then on to the future.
The dance of light \ the dance is all \ the dance is one.
It is birth.
It is the beginning.
II
The children’s children \ continue the dance
until they pause \ but onward \ outward still.
The thralls have cooled \ but the passion remains.
It grows.
It creates \ an embrace \ of matter.
Such as we know \ for we shall inherit \ the future.
Some whirl \ upon themselves.
And others of the whole \ each unique
but not.
Some shall find \ the heart.
Charmed upon \ themselves.
Until they find \ the passion.
The balance.
As they burn.
Over and again.
End and beginning \ the circle, the spheres
are perfect.
Primordial passion \ become the mass \ that is the spark
The dance is charged \ over and again over.
The spark is the dance.
The dance is the light.
Onward \ in the space \ the sphere
that is time.
III
Now there is form.
Form begats form \ helical by the nature \ that is order.
Order is form.
Form is nature.
Nature is the spark \ from the light.
The light \ is the dance \ of nature.
It is early now \ of the third round \ since the dawn.
And again an embrace
that clings \ in a new dance \ a new form.
It heaves.
It boils.
It erupts.
To take shape.
It remembers its birth.
A sphere.
But remains \ near its mother’s embrace.
And share with her \ the dance \ of its siblings.
Each of their own \ but all of one.
When finally \ they have learned \ and agree as one.
Their mother returns \ to the force \ of her light.
She dances \ her radiant song \ upon them.
Her children.
And she tells them \ ’You must seek your own way.’
For each is their own \ but all are their mother.
Yet she alone \ will continue \ the dance of light.
And they \ the children \ will bask.
Drawn \ to their mother.
Drawn to each other.
The maelstrom recedes.
Awaiting descendants.
Silent. \ but not.
Patient \ but not.
Somewhere \ in the space that is time
the maelstrom \ will dance a new story.
And descendants \ will know of the dance.
UPDATE
June 9th 2012
I have lengthened many lines to make this chaotic poem/story prettier in the visual. Words and meaning remain unaltered from the original. My original idea was to retain chaos by avoiding any poetical conventions.
In other words, I haven’t got a clue what I’m doing.
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