On day seven
Creator grew restless
And sadly contemplated
All He had made that must be undone
And then He began to pack up thing within thing
Time He reversed
So for a millisecond the whale
Walked again
And the primal mud
Was once again Creator's pride and joy
On day six the rivers He stopped from flowing
The tides He stilled
The sea surge He quieted with a look
The wind He stopped it from blowing
The storm He calmed
The funnel He summoned it back
Into the purple cloud
On day five He paused to watch the horses
Running across the plain
He laid His palm across their wildness
And they collapsed and slept
The herd a heap
And He saw that it wasn't good
On day four
The colors of the world He muted
The stars He blew out of the sky
The sun He extinguished
The mountains flattened
The sea He drank
And all the waters of creation
He sucked them dry fountain and spring
The fires of the middle earth
He snuffed just like a candle
Day three
All the creatures He had named
He orphaned them
He took their names back
So all of life was nameless
The sea and sky He joined back together
So the fish and birds of the sky
Looked at each other in a long moment
Of awkward recognition
And two by two all living things
Feathered, scaled, naked and creeping
Paraded from His memory
Like fleeting images from a magic lantern
Day two
Energy He withdrew from matter
So that wood and bone and metal and flesh
Were all the same in His eye
And spirit He removed from energy
And He saw that it was not good
On day one
He stopped
Because all His work was undone
He allowed His sadness to spread into a great silence
And into this silence
Into this sadness He stole Himself away
And was no more
(Article changed on January 1, 2020 at 21:51)
