SOMETHIN FROM NOTHIN
In the beginning was the zerostate
A rich nothing and footstool of light
That abstracted letters and fiats
Spoke in Fibronacci series the DNA
From the breather of that first word
Arose language translated in the heart
Encryptographs of life and death.
Music of the elements wanting to be protyle
Bone and blood seeking to be Adam
Our flesh was striped for over wantonness
And Promethean bound because of our liver
Chained to a rock of attraction and aversion.
Awaiting oracular prophets from on high
Speaking the conscious language of that fiat
We wait for a longed for and overdue redemption.
We left a nothing of all that is and will be
To concretized nothing of a will of the wisp
Until we knew that everything is nothing
And blood shall spurt from that heart
And our bones shall sing like a Philomel
Over the fruit of our desire and death grows
This is the tragedy in time and punishment
For stepping outside a benign nothingness
Seek specialness and wanting to be something.
@2007
Sai Grafio