Generation
Infinite, eternal, these are words, maps to definitions, not what is. Creation never ends, never begins again, not repetition but reflection. Legends and runes. Ritual regression. Significant omens. Ravens forsake flocks, ranges skewed. In primordial recesses of a sigh trembling hearts enact a pact of solitude, invent machinations of separation, journey through despair. Sovereign brains evolve, adapt to dangers; patterns that evoke anger, fear. Scanning eyes, ears, nostrils filter through parameters, call out Warning! Warning! far too often, far too loud. There is no guide, no authority, none but me, repeatedly mirrored. Each step, each succession undertaken in idiosyncratic interpretation. What will become of all these "I"s staring through, demanding retribution, bare, raw justice? Respectable explanation. Rigorous notation. Scores, codes, clocks, keystones. Laws and theories developed to describe thin segment of encompassment accessible to sense and reason. Early morning of soft savannah wakens to cloud and mist. Waft of tranquil distillation soothing startled breasts -- Ripples quietly express infinitely regressing first cause last effect.