before there were rocks in space;
she shined lighted nothingness
in the abyss; it's so simple        I can see right
through her dress made of pure time
                       before         antistars;
                         beginning w/ the burning
                   of the brown ******
                   following her logic,
her ideas are           simple little
ones at my fingertips' consent;
becoming                 the shrouded white mother
who pulses
                w/ her white                caves of stone;
                the beginning of stone
                beginning w/  a pebble
                          that grew into a mountain;
& at the deep                  bottom of the sea
a mountain is worn to a pebble,
                         to sand, to dust;
watching the goat's mother sing
while she lingers            in the grassy field;
the goat-people in the valley
the first race of men;  others
whom came later grown from hot forests' mists