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And the knowing world was created… from space and time…
GETTING REAL
by Ken McKeon
It was to be stillness only time,
What a pledge to make,
But after awhile
Thoughts started showing up
Like singularities
Constructed as the stars themselves
Must have been,
They were the work of an idle god
Sitting down at a piano,
A chaired god, bored out of his beat mind
Until the drum got going
And a bass came in
Chords were played then,
And a tune unrolled,
It’s as if one could make up the dawn
Right on the spot,
And there it was,
The blue heavens trembling
Into pink lit flaring clouds,
There were bird cries,
There were great fish,
Their black backs rolling through the seas,
Pelicans diving down and scooping up
Living silver flashing schools of tiny things,
And we were there too,
Chatting and strolling
On the spume brushed sands,
It was enough,
And the god backed off the keys,
The drum vanished,
And the bass man gazed out
From his lofty hold on life itself and smiled,
This was the start of the first day ever played…
