This work is part of TAG: A Poeta Project. It is a  response to Who needs Ayn Rand by Michael J. Mulley

“Origins – A response to Michael Mulley”

The rocks drawn out

of the primordial soup

were gray and formless

a pre-thought

 reality forged from abstraction

with unearthly patience

That they exist, the only constant

Whose hand, or what,

lifted them into being

is something the gods like to claim

but in all the stories

humans uncovered color

in suffering and delight

Gods have no quarrel with time

draw breaths to move mountains

without a thought

noticing is a whim

Mortals organize themselves into moments

indigo calligraphy     chartreuse tears

When all was nascent

a black canvas

humans reached into the depths

uncovered electric seeds  lapis leaves

impossibly saturated, technicolor seas

by Jennifer Campbell