made/unmade

a story in verse

The first Note sung split the Void 
and in its infinite wake 
everything arose within Itself

And took on these borrowed homes
of clay that we call every thing

arising to be known
made to be unmade

Infinity squeezed into thin places
of flesh and bone 
blood and breath

living tents stitched together by time 
as thin and fine as spider silk

made to be unmade
and made again and again

This song that echoes Always as All That Is
sings through us and slips through the cracks
of these clay vessels we think of as Us

Here to be seen
to be known

made to be unmade
as the Great Song plays