Wednesday, August 26, 2020

Genesis 1

I.

In the beginning: Creation. The black cave of the night enclosed us, and vague shadows, a dream of clouds, loomed. Goodness loomed and caressed the wet abyss.

Good willed the Light! Our eyes were open to the pearl of dawn which shone and mirrored Good. Black and White, Day and Night, the dawn of discernment, the very First Day.

The rift was wide and would be wider so Goodness reached away to make the Sky. A sky to split the liquid source. The Seas below and those above, the Seas of Space, the outer reaches, Heaven. A Second Day for us to fathom Heaven.

Then Goodness split the watery mass and out came land, land called Earth as separate from the Seas. And it was Good. Seeds sprouted grass and trees bore fruit. A legacy of plant life flourished. And yes, and yes, and yes, it was Good. Day Three.

"Let us plant the sky with lights, with signs that sparkle and mark the march of time." So the light of day, the Sun, was placed, as was that of night, the Moon and then so many, many stars, into the far-flung Sky. The Sun will guide the day and Moon the night and they will mark the divide of dark and light. Goodness in the Fourth Day.

Creatures of the seas - watery beasts and winged fowl that fly into the sky - these were allowed to breathe and be upon the waters and vapors of the earth, created and counseled to breed, bring forth their kinds to populate the Earth. Again, it was Good. The Fifth Day.

On the next day all the creatures of the land were formed. Cattle and creeping creatures that would live upon the soil, sucking up the grass and seed. Oh, it was Good.

Then Goodness sought to mold an image of itself, its kind - one to guide the fish, the birds, the cattle of the Earth. And so they were created - lad and lass, in Good's image blessed to foster fruit and spread their seed throughout the land, told to guide the beasts on land and sea and in the air, told to lead and fill the Earth with Life.

The lad and lass were shown what they would eat - leaves and seeds and grains and roots and fruit. This food was both for them and for the fish and lark and cow. The food was good, creation good, it all was Good. The Sixth Day.  

Creation by Andrew R.R. Wallace 2018


Tuesday, July 07, 2020

2020 Part 1

This sun, this dying crown of blood and blue
White skies with crows and jays all flying
to and fro, so tired, fro and to,
And all this low-fi screaming to and fro
these screens so black and green and
so rainbow, sometimes still
they make us black and blue.

No peace. A confederacy of custards,
crapping in the sun, faith in dooming seethe,
wielding a lost sword in a parade.

Other days there's doxxing in the dark,
dreaming of the days gone by on horseback
bronze beneath the sun, stiff and free.
Stiff as you can get on a pedestal.
Petting your mouse.
Stroking your trackpad.
Jerking your joystick.
Denying you're aroused.

Meanwhile on the mall the other mice
swarm. From the crevices of every
cave and catcalling cell these kids
come crawling and crying crazy crazy
crazy shit. No wonder we're done saying no.
No wonder we're done not saying no.
No wonder we're dying.
No wonder we're not done dying.
Either way who knows anymore.
You know who'd get it?
Simone de Beauvoir.

I'm still so sorry for the
puppies beneath the sun
screaming bug-eyed vendetta
fun screeching cat-claw skyward
peeling back the sun
Tumbling, troubling
peeling back the history
trembling, doubling
the herstory, the new story.
It's here. It's queer.
It's praying for robots, for the aliens, for cows.
It's nearer than ever before.
WE ARE NOT MEN.
We are not women either.

I am nothing, I am everything.

Self-care swords and ticky-tocky whacks
Tweeting a demented tune
cuz we don't have no faith in "facts"
Pronoun shields and me-too spatters,
seeking, ever seething seeking
an identity that matters.