It was the hour before the Gods awake.

Across the path of the divine Event

The huge foreboding mind of Night, alone,

Lay stretched immobile upon Silence' marge.

A mute inconscient smblance of the Unknown,

Abysm of the unbodied Infinite

Whose fathomless zero occupied the world,

Cradled the cosmic drowse of ignorant Force

In moved creative slumber kindling the suns

That carries all things in its somnambulist whirl.

Across the vain enormous trance of Space,

Its formless stupor without mind or life,

A shadow spinning through a soulless Vast,

Earth wheeled abandoned in the hollow gulfs,

Forgetful of her spirit and her fate.

The impassive skies were neutral, empty, still.

Then a blank prescience yearned towards distant change.