Chaos
A Poem
Chaos, Pure Being of Pure Being,
Creator of all, Unmoved Mover,
Eternal Will, Immortal Nothingness,
Formless Void, stretching forever
‘Tween Earth and celestial companions,
Encompassing all tired Souls and all destinies,
Elysium and Tartarus and Hades
And Mother Gaia and Father Ouranus;
Fertile womb, pregnant with the stars,
Giving birth to the universe’s playthings,
Bestowing character to the Gods,
Source of Love and Gloom
And the deep, dark, endless Night,
Here: I sing a song to the Great Nothing.



Love that, Weston!
Gorgeous.
I particularly enjoyed your painting of the celestial bodies as companions.