"The nascent looping
of the first aeon,
The continuum scrawled by pen strokes
of the celestial scribe,
The top margin of starry parchment
bedecked down to the rubric's text
and the backstage droning
behind its ruddy
and sketchy square curtain,
For all astral seasons
a cosmological set unfinished,
flushed from the terminus
of primal iron gall ink
in the cracked-bottom bottle
of cosmology's initial deemed
and hazy creator."