GenesisA Poem by John Anderson
It was an act of compulsion,
Resistant darkness flexing, Gripped by the act of becoming. A fish in a fist. The asymptotes struggled. Then God broke the back of the darkness. The black nought of entropy ignited. In the tsunami of the Great Silence The scream of the tortured zero Endured its convulsions. Infinity suffered, Coerced to a marathon outgulf. And God fashioned, Wrestling a purpose from the bursting fires, Demanding that the recombinant intertias Inflict his victory. In the vice of expansion He forced The unshaped to become the self-shaping. The elemental clay Turned liquid with a gasp. The rivers whispered, Bewildered by their waters. The result? Nine sweet sugars on a waking tongue. A gemstone rainbow in the blue dome of heaven. The octopus oceans, The scorpion spectrum, The zebra-giraffe. And the man: Adam. Sitting at the traffic light, Foot on the clutch, Chewing gum, Thinking of spicy fried chicken. © 2014 John AndersonReviews
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