I behold the blackest of echoes,
for in the begining there was black
and the warmest of all silences,
and all slumbers and all stillnesses,
but then came a carbon newness;

Life arrived, seething and crawling...

I behold the unspeakable light—
radiant mists, coated in carbon,
multiplication; number by number,
impossible calculations over, again,

Endless, boundless, ceaseless...

Suns were born; light became speech
in unseen waves of beautiful red;
usurping the black before it—

A most great, flattened, dimension...