Divergence

Waking from the stupor of a primordial mind

the formless non-identifying self winced in pain

for a pregnant thought was forming in a creature’s brain

 thus, nature would cease to reign

for the self was becoming a presence of a kind

 

These thoughts would exponentially expand

into a matrix of ideas that burst into sounds

of meaningless squeaks and grunts like pigs and hounds

faces contorted by the strange new fears and astounds

as voices arose from their throats to speak opinions of new land

 

Where the self is like and the unlike is not oneself

and divergence takes a different course

from that of the conforms in holy books and doctrines enforce

used by priests, lords and politicians to claim divine source

over the kingdom of flora, fauna, giant beast and lowly elf

 

There is an oddity to behold and a strangeness in the air

words flocking into thoughts that speak of a different way

a growth by separation, distinction from the masses stay;

a convergence back into universal silence - ingress to the formless day

where music and poetry shall return, not in death, but in silent prayer.