And Adam looked above at the first Stars, alit and new Spinning and his alone Scripture still unwritten and formless As it should No creator had shouted his name No belief to stain the virgin dawn No dew had fallen of midnight's tears For no midnight had come and The moon was free of its fears Dark light and light dark As it should No holy screams invaded the sacred Sleep of Adam No heavy hand; no breath stinking Of sanctity Life, new and pure Demanded nothing As it should Time marched on its maiden flight Ticking its first moments Time slept peaceful, remorseless As it should Abraham, his descendants and blood Lay in distant books and dreams