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I.
Once a long, long time ago,
There lived a playa people.
Their ground was smooth and had no cracks,
Their sky an empty hole.
There was no moon or sun or stars,
No day or night or Spring.
The sky stared wholly vacant
And the people knew nothing.
II.
One person stretched up to the sky,
Nothing had it to say.
She reached far down into the ground,
And nothing came away.
She tried to look beyond them both
And threw her fist up high,
And when she struck the playa
It cracked in reply.
III.
The entire playa cracked at once
And a Chasm rift displayed
That underside was a marvelous Space
Of galaxies and novae.
There were planets, born and dying,
And river-streams of stars.
Cosmos spewed out of Chasm
And filled their sky up large.
IV.
The people of the playa
Wondered at it all
Feelings worked inside them
And moved them beyond recall
Minds filled with curiousities
And Awe made hearts elate
Desire warmed their bellies
And drove them to Create.
V.
The sky now huge, was overful
And crashed things all around,
Suns careened and planets hit
Crushing people down.
There was no place left to create
In chaos beyond elation.
She knew rightly what must be done
And set to banish the situation.
VI.
She drew her love, the Cosmos,
Deep down within herself,
And wrestled it until she fit
The Chasm back in itself.
A Sun, a Moon, and Many Stars
Wanted to remain
They'd fallen in love with people's eyes,
So a deal she made them claim:
VII.
"The Moon may stay till light of day
Takes its turn upon the sky,
And the stars may sing far up above
To bring our minds on high.
As for the rest all must be gone
For beyond the inspiration,
Lies the fiercer desires of
Our own cremation."
VIII.
With that she stictched the Chasm up
And sealed away forever
The cosmos of that dark desire
But star stuff remained inside her.
Her legs inflated, her belly extended,
Her arms grew strong and wide,
Stars filled her head till she birthed forth
Our people of playaside.
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