(a) creation tale

1:1

before Was, there was Current
and Current begat Many, and Many remained One

1:2

Current kissed the lexical but bid it wait its turn,
and hung feelings in the ether

and feelings clothed words
and words birthed separation
and separation sired the Thing of things:

a holy Currented Delta seeded with uncountable pending epiphanies

1:2

and the Delta was no delta, but a first -
the first cause's first cause;
the Beginning of beginnings,
where starts and stops somehow defined eternity and infinity,
dropped them into the borderless Now,
and watched as separation sired despair AND glory with every inbreath and outbreath

1:3

and the Delta delta-ed
through the weft and warp of time and space
into god's striations
geo bio noos theo

1:4

and here is where we find ourselves
in and of and because of and in spite of all the layers
Current in drag becoming the layers looking back on Current

1:5

this is where Strauss and scabies and conception and chaos
all braid and dance in a holy, profane, beautiful mess;
where Your god's conception tale trumps mine
and My conception tale subsumes yours
as we pull back and see the Delta
become the words
clothed in feelings from the Current

smaller and smaller
until it is all just a mote in God's I ~
a stranger in a coffee shop picking up the envelope I dropped,
smiling -

just compassion, as This, Now, feeds the Current that looks for the Was to become again

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