When the future had no past
The Eternal stretched wide
Wings of imagination
Against the chaos of a moment
That could not last —
The shadows of his thoughts
Swept through the maelstrom,
Weaving shredded tapestries
From the shining threads
Of dimly remembered dreams

Churning at his roots,
Disconsolate time
Wept on the shoulder of space,
Murmuring of dominions
Lost with his awakening —
Only to be reclaimed
When the dust of his kingdom
Settled on the whispered
Equations of primal law
Governing existence.

He lifted his piercing gaze,
Captivated by the shifting patterns
Sweeping between the horizons
Above the crumbling towers
Over which he held sway —
Made bold by his strength,
The boundaries of order
Expanded and fought
To win structure and form
From the madness of the void.

Then, satisfied with his
World in twisted instance,
He reversed his outward journey
And returned to contemplation,
Furling his imagination about his senses —
Licking their wounds,
Space and time crawled from below
To resume their blind dictatorship
Of the chaos surrounding
His newly dying world.

© 1991, 2005, Aaron Brown