Suzanne E. Berger: Genesis: A fantasy (or A Genesis)

Solar egg, tide colored like pearls and jellyfish:
conjugations of lava, of carbon
over an arctic of speechless tundra—
a tryst—

A streaming shock of vocals,
granite cracking
through water’s transitive surfaces—
ocean about to rear up
like a stallion

flattening its ears
in waves:

and the language of sky begins to speak,
dirt translates
into guttural noises of continent.
Then begins the upheaval
of new declensions,
a great listening

to the new earth-speaking mass,
sounding everywhere:
Abide with all of this.

And a lyric world begins.

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