The Spinner’s Writ: The People Are Born, Part 1
I am the first person.
I woke from a dreamless sleep
and beheld a host of
formless specters.
The blinding brilliance beheld
caused me to shield my eyes
and turn away.
I saw nine other people like me.
They were just now awakening.
Erupting from the ground,
drifting from the trees,
plummeting from the sky,
voiced by every creature and insect
were a pair of voices,
one high
one low
speaking in unison.
I thought that my ears would bleed,
my chest would collapse,
my knees would fail
and I would crumble
beneath the weight,
beneath the power,
majesty, fury and peace
that thrummed through the air.
They said, “Receive these People.
They are your playthings
with which you might
banish boredom.
Treat them kindly.
Perhaps they could be named?”
The words made no sense to me.
The terrible and awesome voices
spoke not to us,
but to the beings before us.
The formless entities
shone with a brilliance
like a glittering waterfall
reflecting starlight.
Its basin bearing
the mirrored moon
between its banks.