A Myth of Creation, V2.0

In the Beginning was the Dancer,
Who was the Dance,
And that was the Dance of the All.

And the Dance was so swift and so joyous
That the Dancer split into Two,
Who carried on the Dance of the Universe.

And They found love in each other in the Dance,
In the First whirling dance,
And that became the Dance of the First,
Of the Eldest and the Mother.

At length, neither could withhold anymore,
And their love overcame them,
And He burst within Her.

And She took His seed into Her womb,
And within Her, Mother Night grew fertile,
And gave birth to Her children.

And Her Children began to dance anew,
Whirling each about the other,
And this was the Dance the Second,
That is the Dance of the Firstborn.

Some of These, too, found love in Their dance,
And burned brightly in Their dance,
So that, at last, They burst.

And of Those that burst in Their dance,
Much of Their seed gathered
Within the womb of Mother Night.

Again, She grew fertile, and gave birth
And Her younger Sons, too, looked out
Upon Their Mother with eyes of Fire,
And sang to Her with the Hydrogen hiss.

And They saw Their Sisters, still growing,
And They sang to Them the Carbon hum
With tongues of flame.

And Her Daughters took up the Song
And sang back the softer harmony
Of the heavier elements.

And They sang, too, the deeper songs,
Rich and complex harmonies
Of Carbon, and Oxygen, and Hydrogen
And so came the Song of Birth.

Upon the breast of These came forth
That which had not been seen before,
That burned, but did not flame.

And some of these danced, and some knew not
That they danced, but saw the dance
Of the others, and wondered.

And one of the Daughters that sang the song
Of the four, the two, and the one,

Also brought forth new, smaller dancers
Upon that stage.

and they Named themselves people.