Of this barren womb
Wept into being
Formed elysium
Knit and rendered
From this well
Coaxed fronds in fire
Cleaved day and night
Bled and filled the seas
Clot and formed the land
And exhaled the sky
Kneel low and now humble..
This unerring weave upon
Which all is born;
We your host, your kin
Kneel low and bow humble
Carved the clay
Apotheosis
Bow humble
Before these heirs