THE SEARCH
From naught doth come all
From pale dawn doth come light
From deep Void doth come night
A time before
we
Before me
The bilge black sump crawling from timorous pustules
toward dry hacked land
formless primordial goo
Oozing from pits following nascent trails of legless creatures once
etched in the rich earth, now spent and ruined, corrupted for want
snake crossed path
With flickering tongue,
I
Dawned wretched in robes of skin
nothing save nakedness and beaten soles
Dense and dim we toil through pricks and thorns
seeking a shimmering sliver
on the other side of roiling vines, brambles and knowing dark.