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‘Let there be Light’, his Father says,
And there he is –
Amidst the darkness, with nought but flames
That shine within his palm,
And in the void, the chasm yawns and gives,
And opens to embrace his fire,
His need, his light, his sheer desire,
Like wanton love amongst the leaves.
The flame erupts and dances forth,
With happiness unbridled,
It’s giddy with delight,
It rises north,
Then spreads both east and west,
And saunters south.
It glides the skies and licks the caverns
of darkness deep with hungry mouth.
And he is spent, his body sagging,
His tendons aching with the strain,
And though it is not time for rain
yet, he feels reborn despite the ragged –
He looks above, and little holes of gas
Are winking back at him from black
so wide, and wild and frank,
As if created gold and brass.
‘Let there be Light’,
And there he is –
Amidst his stars,
And all alight.