Breath

In the beginning was the breath,
That beckoned in quantum plays,
Fetal light born in nebulae
First dawning burn first days.

A breathing fires the heavens.

Timeless travail of endless stars,
Blood of gods o'er canvass strewn,
Stars are born and live and die,
Aflame, their frames of Tiamat hewn.

A breathing sparks the myths.

Space, time, and all dimensions,
Dancing in a Daedalean symmetry,
Where element and energy entwine,
Balancing algorithms and alchemy.

A breathing murmurs the theorems.

Over terrain, over waters, broods,
The narration of the biosphere,
Precambrian cells to sentient souls,
Cued by the poet, evolve and appear.

A breathing ballads height and width,

The genesis,
The apocalypse,
The story.