In the beginning there was nothing
And then there was black.
In the black there were...voices.
Many voices. All voices.
All voices, at once,
and that - was chaos.
Black could not abide -
coalesced, pinpointed into form;
light flooded space, and in the light -
more forms. Many forms. All forms.
All forms, at once, all their voices.
All forms, all voices, in all spaces.
Black heaved: an onyx hoof,
a shot from the dark - green tore
through dark, through light, all spaces;
that thunder stamp: the call to quiet.
All voices hushed.
Black paused, single-hooved.
Silence pleased; enough?
But it was not yet complete.
A hoof, alternate: to cue the queue.
That stamp burned flame.
Blazed - through green, through light,
all spaces, burned eyes into black,
and rang: the most terrible sound -
no sound at all.
All forms fell, as one, in line,
and that - was order.
The black, shot green, burned flame,
now hooved, now eyed, thus rooted,
smiled.
"You - the first: state your case."
