The unknown center
circles round Itself with no
beginning or end in sight
Fire strikes and aims
to break the door, as swirling
air absorbs the spore
Tortured demons dwarf, the
spirit's flaming, curling hair
as giant forms arise
From foaming silver seas
guarding precious unhewn stones
from where huge golden streams
Spring forth, to overflow
molding molten earth in its new
wake: where broken flakes
Take on their rainbow shades
as legs and arms start to form
when from the center
Comes a flash of Light
to give bright thought a site
in which to house itself
Enters as great female O
blows upon the wat'ry wave
creating change: Eternal!
Panmelys 1991
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The unknown center circles round Itself with no beginning or end in sight