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| Araj bloomed forth whole Dust danced courtly Swirling in void it doth Beckon form to him Form from naught Araj craves form To judge the works He didst wrought Cloaked in the clay Araj brightly strides Form from thought Rampant change marks birth Feel of sand grits Clay caresses Stone rises to heights Wind sighs and shapes Ne’er were such seen Ne’er was sight enabled ‘Twas pitch save stars But were the stars near From dust left adrift Ignition fueled of will Bursts forth from ebon Revealed is that called forth Araj beams into the rays His magnificent torch Warms as it illumines Showing all his works Calling forth the names Araj moves across the face Learned of sight Araj glories in light Water soothed and carved Bringing new shape to old Bringing impermanence forth From stony solidity Pleasing as the face was Araj conceived of an Other He would bring forth one part Riven he stands aside himself |
Araj took hold the form Showing his works anew Delighting in fresh breath His eyes seeing not his Encouraged by his work Araj grew wild in his Passion to shape The mountains as clay Araj formed the moons And set them on high Spinning across the heavens As dancers soft and languid The Other spake “Why this spasm?” “Am I not all you wished for?” “I feel but a test” Spake Araj to him “Nay thou art first made” “And first dear” “Would that thou shared this bounty” And the Other grew melancholy He looked with envy Upon the face of Creation And wept for his limits Ne’er would he match And in despair he called out “What would’st that I do?” “How may I please thee?” Araj spake unto him “Child but delight in this I do” “Ne’er will I for I am not full” And with this he took flight Araj was vexed and distraught He searched from icy peak To lightless depths Ne’er to find his Other Araj beat his breast in despair “Oh wretched am I whose child flees” As he strode forth seeking He came upon a movement |
“What is this?” Araj cried aloud A tiny form moved of its own volition And the form spake “I am the creation of your midden” Araj scarce believed his eyes “Never didst I dream such a thing” “Thou art not of me!” And with this he smote the form Araj panned the face of creation Searching for the elusive Other Yet ne’er a sign was seen Save wretched forms ascuttle Araj turned to the skies And with furious anger Snared from the heavens A second handful of dust And upon the face of his beloved He scattered the dust of all things Covering the old with new The Other a faint memory The new mantle curved as old Following old lines Araj brought forth heaven’s mounts And brought them down as hammers New was the shape Of the creations raiment And for this new face Araj conceived a new hue Fecundity sprawled forth From Araj’s brow All the forms of beast and flower Raged forth spanning ever From lightless depths To icy peak Life sprung forth Upon the face of creation
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