It had been a long time of it
Wriggling and squirming in the swamp of night
And what was time, anyway ? Black intensities
Of black on black on black feeding on itself ?
Something immense ? Immeasureless ?

No more
There just had to be a beginning somehow
For on reaching the top of a slow rise suddenly
Eyes I never knew I possessed were stung by it
Forcing me to hide my face in the earth

It was light, my brothers
Light
A most beautiful sight infiltered past
The armpit hairs of the father
Why, I could
Evеn see to count all the fingers of my hands
Held out to it; see thе stain—the clutch of
Good earth on them

But then he moved
And darkness came down even more oppressively
It seemed and I drew back tense; angry

Brothers, let us kill him—push him off