inscribing the texts

intoning primordial edicts

(cast when time was hanging in the air,
cerebria forming from fumaroles,
skies red, ashes falling)

the three voids visit;

heat of earth wrote these texts,
gave us words for living –

and in still dark caves
formed from lava flows

we sailors mark on walls,
articulate the paeans
rich with flourish, ligature –

glyphs arrayed in columns and rows,
warriors dressed for battle –

italic phalanxes
reaching into the glooms

our lamp-glimmers shadowed lips
intoning character after character,
revering the voids’ locution