we are but clay golems
umbilical-bound to the salted earth
unformed shadows of perfection
reaching toward hope’s haven
look into the amniotic blue
around the womb of this world
listen –
there is singing, lullabies
from beyond the fold
far voices speak in wonder
"see they move they kick
these Lord’s of time and space"
be formed, grow now and know
dark death is but eternal birth
a journey on the pale horse
to harkening hallowed home
Harnessing Chaos 