[the primordial order]

the primordial order
written ever-so-carefully
on a rusty typewriter
with sticky keys
facesideasevents blur together
on a page of seven glances
the typewriter click-clicks
while we hide our faces
from the typist
sheilding darkness over
god, who waits in the
empty chair before the
letter desk

[and you spend the most of your life,
looking for the adult that you are]

[and you spend the rest of your life,
looking for the child that you were]