metamorpheses

who know the trick

change me

of the worlds birthing

and the creation of all things, from the first

what we call

chaos

or sail in the other

there was neither reason nor order until at least a god sparked

and matter began to behave

the sky displayed its array of stars in their constellations (then out of whisper) a twinkling template of order.

and so

man was born. he was born that he might talk.

natural order of things

but one way or another people came

pride or, perhaps,

nostalgia