Creator Creater Creatre
He reached out
over chaos and fire of earth-man;
His hand cast shadow
'cross that which He had built in dream
He heaved a sigh which was so strong
that it cracked the red earth,
dry with the war of figures from His dream
His brow,
furrowed like the pair that is space and time,
dripped with drought's end;
rain would make the earth-man rejoice.
But when the fires of celebration yet again
grew too high and bright,
He painted the earth in silence
and turned head as His dream and all its creatures
crumbled.
Yet hope had not departed from him wholly;
there was always next week.
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