Endless procreation, of mountain ranges, over hills and oceans. <br /> <br />A baby is born into deeper emotions, where oceans and seas, meet peaks, <br />of settling ice ages. <br /> <br />The word is created from light and spirit. <br /> <br />Earths atmosphere is like a cataclysm of music. <br /> <br />But to the silence of Martians this chaos is a perfect note. <br /> <br />Myriads upon myriads of cosmic praises are sung by angels. <br /> <br />From nothing came thought, fire letters and primordial spawns from <br />spawn itself. <br /> <br />Creation begins with the cosmic lignam having divine coitus with the <br />sweetness of Heavens, <br />Following the big bang <br />Spawn sang everlasting praises<br /><br />Josephe Buchanan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/everlasting-elohim/
