First there was everything.
And it shone out everywhere unfettered.
Then there were bits of everything on random walks untethered,
And very untogether;
Forging their own time with differing strides,
Enabling themselves to be untimed at times
Deliberately, so all at once they’d arrive
At the outposts in the void.
Like attracted like
And unlike alike;
Aye, matter came about what mattered.
The stuff of substance coalesced,
And shone again.
No great shakes.
And great shakes shook the mix,
And the contents settled,
And order rose the to the top.
And some of those rose to make that their platform,
And the wiser of those passed into sentience,
And parsed the past in sentences.
And they, them, of those who witnessed
And learned, documented their rise,
Safeguarded their future;
While the unwise of those ignored,
And invoked their demise.
And I, one being, being one of any one of those
A prisoner I find, able to visualise—
Yet bound with language’s skein.
And with sound poetic structure as evidenced above herewith denied…
Try to tell ‘thistory’ through my ears.
And my eyes.