Creation

Creation

In the beginning, there was chaos.
The Young Cosmos was
a discordant jumble of squiggles and lines stretching out into infinity

A fractal tapestry forever mutating and morphing and reconstituting itself
jiving to the dread melodies of anarchy’s lyre
without relent or respite
Those swiveling shapes and curling inflexions
a blur, beautiful to behold.
No powers, no precepts, no principles to adhere to
only Chaos,
the undisputed master of space and time.

At the heart of this seething madness,
Chaos sits, enthroned on gyrating pillars of smoke
and with fiery convulsions of light and ice
fashions Spiralling entropic storms of tremendous girth
cursed by Chaos to tunnel forever through the void;
charged with the task of slowly deconstructing all creation
and then re-building it, piecemeal,
ad infinitum.

balefully they upheaved great elliptical masses and cast them askew,
ensnared suspended forms and wrenched them into figures anew
again and again for eternities untold,
whilst order slept in a vacuum
untouched by the turmoil

Then order Awoke,
and saw the swirling disharmony
and cried aloud
“Let the world’s unrest be stilled.
Let the hot whirlwinds be chilled”
So he willed
And it was
For the elements ceased dancing and the bedlam quieted
Chaos recoiled
Order was now the Overseer of the Universe.