Circle

In the beginning there was an ending
(For all ending beget a beginning)
Matter and its absence scatted without form
Moved by an unknowable force to create
The known world in its initial assembly,
"void; and darkness was upon the face of the deep."

Light brought life, green and wet
Before all colors joined in movement
Rejoicing at the emergence from
what had not been. 

Birds and beasts roaming the firmament
and all places set beneath it.
Unknowing what lay before...or after -- 
A bliss-filled garden, without regard.

Who should disrupt such a place?:
Formed to reveal itself to itself
That which had unknown his own image
Sought to see what it had been made into.

And therein forgot what it was
to know what it was
Discovering itself from a billion, billion perspectives
Before ending again anew.