Circa the Year of the First Moon

God awoke from dreaming of a crimson-colored planet 

whose image and presence shattered as he breathed in 

the sight of this world punctuated by fields and trees 

and primitive animals and plants frequently poisoning 

and frequently nourishing. 

In God's dream the planet tasted richly of iron 

and warned of being volatile and its mercurial 

atmosphere hummed of the phantom universe 

that sired this one and naming it after a prestigious 

god of war would be agreeable to any living creature 

had such gods and the forces they were associated with 

been paired with names at that time. That place 

was astonishingly free of all impressive formations 

save caves and mountains -- no rivers nor oceans 

no consequential bodies of water at all among 

the aftermath and debris of asteroids and stardust 

expelled from voids at the origin of time. And God alone 

was audience to its majesty. Nomadic to the experience 

of things, partitioned & protected from the not-self 

that he interacted with daily, God was among the earliest 

creatures to possess what is now now referred to 

as memory. And in his memory humankind's oldest 

contributor/creator marveled at the towering achievement 

that planets and bodies and minds represented. 

God put his fingers in the soil of the Earth (name 

he affixed one starry night reminiscing the sparse 

possibility of life without mothers) and the cool 

temperature and texture of that sediment conspired 

with his simple thoughts and revealed to him 

life's bi-polar tendency to be thirsty and generous 

both. He did not think to call this logic 

primary or virgin. It was merely original, exclusive. 

There was no other knowledge to compare it to 

so there was no other knowledge it required 

being divided from. 

It emerged from a place in God that would be familiar 

to all the living creatures that would follow in the 

many centuries thereafter. In its macroscopical lens 

the world of opposites became vividly realized so that 

their separate gears and intentions might illuminate 

their personal identities and the living could pay 

respectful homage to the dead 

without arrogantly or naively 

adding their fortune to that realm. 

No more than a thousand years in age, never witness 

to genocide, social exploitation, delinquent parents, 

or even the mindless chatter of skilled laborers 

at a plateau of expectation... God was brimming 

with hope at the prospect of humans and the royal 

society they might proffer to existence. He imagined 

such wonders and delights would be inspired and derived 

from the technology of his Earth. 

In the weeks ahead, he migrated along the equator 

through a cool, lush terrain populated with bears, antelope, 

with ferocious apes that snarled at the unlikelihood 

of his presence. The cruelest was a long way to come: 

cannibalism; statue worship; the sociopathy of powerful 

rulers; the poisonous animosity of the masses 

that dethroned and beheaded them. 

The land in which God traversed was beneficiary of 

a galactic solitude, an equanimitous paradise 

that anticipated all the cycles of life & death. 

He felt vibrant animation in his hands, in his bones, 

yearning for a visage to respond to his own. 

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