Great O Poem by Panmelys

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