-the first movements of the World-

In the bending 

Meadow a strong 

Stone is changing its 

Shape

And from the granite's wall

Between two stones  

Weed springs 

Through to light.

From the blackface
Fireballs of gas with dust in them 

Fall

And in the boiling 
The old stars are dancing

With their young.

They venture outward
Taking what they need.

In the beginning

The Earth is moved to beautify itself
With life on its world.

Now it’s all
This.