Genesis

At first there was everything together
And then a force and everything spread.
Bang
Unity and apparitions of God are what we remember.
And each star became a hole in a curtain
When the tribes painted themselves
With ethereal mud and danced.
Lithe, lean bodies pulsing with a rhythm of mysticism,
A beat that could lapse eons of miscommunication.
In the morning they had crawled from the ocean.
Now, under the black, every one of them knew
That they were an Adam.