My last post may have seemed rather a dismal prospect, so I felt the need to perk things up a bit. Hence this prequel.
Suddenly, there was suddenly
Suddenly one thing could follow the last
A great thumping cosmos hummed itself
Into being, bits of light chased and clumped
Into riots of color. Suddenly,
There could be succession, a rhythm.
There could be change and season
And the songs the winter writes for summer.
Then came memory, and all the love and loathing
To fill it til it spilled bursting
Into spinning clinging helical again
What was became was
How could I not be born?
I strode along Boulevards of grace-rimmed
Wonder, green-eyed raspberry wet
Racing, lapping my feet, my soul
The color of sweet melting kisses.
A swirl of endless life/death enticed about me
How kind to have this path so under me!
How clear to have such rhyming intense otherness
Calling all about!
I have these charts, these vectors,
This swollen ark to take me sailing.
Here comes a grandfather wind