Of Creation


The world was created in a way one cant perceive.
A circular vessel of water and seed.
Coming from the heavens something golden like light.
Slamming to the ground with ferocity and might.
Bending the firmament and thus taking shape.
A third of the day suddenly erased.
Crashing and Thundering were now four more.
Water now risen far above the threshing floor.
A light like no other and so radiant too.
The blue and orange so elegantly imbued.
The Sun reflected off the moon.
Everything so tightly in tune.
There stood in the sands of time.
A Pyramid I once called mine.
A tomb some say but I'd reply.
It was never to be intended for a place to die.
A perfect stage to lay brick upon.
Until the son of man had won.
Free us so that we can perceive,
to do it all through unity.

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