The swirling, superheated mists –
A formless shape, an energy –
In silence crossed the nothingness,
Its negative identity
To be transformed with passing time;
Earth to be its name.
This incandescent vapour cloud
Wherein the germs of life are massed
Has issued from the depths of time,
The great explosion aeons past.
And the heat began to dissipate,
So Earth began to form.
And first, there rose the boiling sea
That hissed against the glowing land;
The sulphurous, choking atmosphere
That life could not withstand;
And yet, from this inferno came
Man... Man...
The monster that creation made,
The Human Being, now enlists
The power of the Universe –
Those swirling, superheated mists.
For here, creation's only fault
Its own destruction bought.
