In the beginning was the Deed
The time was slain
Irrevocably, and
Framed for the convenance
All desecrations were rendered sinless
God was pregnant
I remember yet
More than all of these

We plunged into a dark void
Howling our nowhereness
Prilous descent, and
Destined for unholy lost
God was yawning
I remember yet
Less than all of these
At the end was a massive silence
The earth was stripped bare
And crucified
Into a void-
God was in mutation-
I remember yet
None of these

T. Byram Karasu, MD is the author of Rags of My Soul