Beyond The Infinite-Light Bearer

Of this barren womb, Wept into being. Formed elysium, Knit and rendered. From this well, Coaxed fronds in fire. Cleaved day and night, Bled and filled the seas, Clot and formed the land And exhaled the sky Kneel low and now humble.. This unerring weave upon Which all is born; We your host, your kin Kneel low and bow humble. Carved the clay, Apotheosis, Bow humble Before these heirs.