Creation - 4

Through the wreak and seethe,
both energy and entropy,
Spirit sailed,
through the ether,
the unconscious –
emotion without feeling -
a distant hum before its passing,
and then leaving a ripple of hiss-music,
the drum of spirit in its wake and silver trail.

Thing felt itself divided and dividing.
The urge to split, the urge to form
gave it shape to break and build,
seeming without control, and yet giving it,
so that on the large and on the small,
deep within and deep without,
still holes of anger
still fires of love
and the pull and the push
of circling
thought.