Long ago, there was nothing.
And then, there was a land.
It stretched and swelled,
then life was allowed to live
on its face. A sky was washed
above the sea, then trees broke
through wild grass with licks –
dabs –
rounds of shaded greens
near the mountains, hills and plains.
...And then, people were allowed
to dwell by rocks, shores, caves
and woods; to form their huts and broods
and breathe, by Murphy's name.
'But what people, lord?' asked the raven, as he perched himself onto his master's shoulder. 'That shall be seen,' said his master, while lights shone bright in the black of his eyes. Without breaking his chain of thought he concentrated on his words, and then observed as they grew outside his mind.
