In search of Paradise

Below the stars, all was created

in night-black dampness, out of rains

fermented in the chalice of volcanoes

where fires sprang up, unabated.

Light-plant arrows arrived in swarms,

rock-teeth of mountains grew in motions

far and near, as the twilight drew

the icy unity of the oceans,

created from wounds in the frozen womb,

sullied with shame, conceived in a haze.

Under the gaze of violent skies 

the earth opened up and spilled out man.

then let go of him, who shook his wild hair,

stood up and ran and with sparkling eyes

screened the heavens in search of Paradise.

The stars he would conquer and colonize.