For Nothing is aught else but cold
and Nothing thrice is nothing more.
Chief requisite that aught is told
in epopee, archival lore
needst something wrought of nothing come to be.

Eternity does not begin.
Time renders never back its flow.
The Flame will have not origin.
Ablaze thru All and Aye, ergo
‘tis paradox the Will that would be Free.

Adum

Ere issued forth the fulgent voice
all lay aphotic, null of sound.
The Infinite Creation’s choice
was culled in void complete, unbound
and formed itself of what had been before. 5

The sum of All, hence All was one,
no second aspect could exist.
The instant Now had been first spun
pit past and future’s catalyst
at odds to thus deny a moment more. 10

the essence had no memory
as this infers a changing time.
Immense past linearity,
it was and is and will be prime.
As first is last, The Essence was alone. 15

Encompassed in its whole was all.
Its own creation augured ends.
What had been made it not recall.
Since nothing to itself augends,
small fragments loosed it willed remain unknown. 20

Omniscient, it knew not it was
and sapient, not what it is.
Subsuming each, each fragment draws
distinctions none of consciousness.
To seek itself, it bid the shards unite. 25

And of itself He adumbrie
a being as Himself at first.
Yet shadow is but imagery.
Though what drove Him was wonder’s thirst,
the coalescent shards He loosed were slight. 30

Sans language, form, intrinsic thought
the Ens ensample Ego’s whole.
To separate what He had wrought
He made for image first a soul.
Sans language, form, intrinsic thought ~ it praised. 35

No independent state beyond
the nascent had the soul Extrorse,
but now He sought to sever bond
and willed the soul be free of source~
for only thus past image soul be raised. 40

Diminutive and somehow crude,
it yet first melancholy slake.
Joss gloried in first born of brood.
Therefore it was the first He spake
was for the image soul and gave its name. 45

“Samwiel.” He said and so it pass
in radiance no longer void.
His first creation had no mass~
‘twas spirit and thin hyaloid,
but bright within He saw at last His Flame. 50

Thus Morning Dawned, though Time did not.
As first deistic instant passed
the primal Essence could allot
for self no first of self or last,
but ere all else, He marked His Angel’s start. 55

In Now The Essence pondered long
or so it seemed it was to Him.
For Now still rang of His first song
and played at once ne’er growing dim
as in Samwiel a new thing stirred apart. 60

Impossibly, He grew perplexed.
All known to Him yet, still He yearned.
As past was Now and Now is next
He is and therefore All discerned,
but Self He feared that He shall never know. 65

That should Samwiel be made He grant
a multitude of His own mind.
Though of His whole they were but scant,
the fragments, He was pleased to find,
devised a boundless spirit that should grow. 70

That multitude anew revealed
an accent that at first was not.
But when ‘twas joined its place was sealed
as one throughout the polyglot
and thus no longer had it never been. 75

Therefore that which Samwiel had framed,
though true a force in Him unchanged,
was unforeseen and yet unnamed.
Composed by Him then rearranged,
its birth allowed epiphany begin. 80

For though The Essence now exist
and seemingly He always had,
no sense of what He may consist
revealed itself to Him unclad.
He sought to know precisely what He is. 85

Before Samwiel no darkness shone,
for no mere absence ‘tis of light.
As poles of scale, not each alone,
must light and dark, offset, unite.
A shadow glows opposing lights of his. 90

“Of Me Samwiel art thou restrict,
for nothing else may be but I.
Or so ‘twas thought ere thoughts conflict
as now a thing anew is scry.
As you are first, reflect and first affirm.” 95

He wait upon Samwiel’s first thought,
though clear apprised before he spoke
of nature raw The Essence sought.
Not made by any single stroke~
while unforeseen emotion was its germ. 100

“Of you Creator I am formed.”
And so Samwiel had found his voice.
“Thus all I am your Flame has warmed.”
With contemplation none nor choice,
Samwiel present the Birth of Love in praise. 105

The Morning Star arose before
horizons of the firmament.
Ere Dawn was cast, his Star Flame wore
a mantle without discontent,
but when supplant was viewed afar thru haze. 110

Devotion from Samwiel acute
He now desired ever please.
But ere coercion it dilute
The Essence gave the soul its ease
and grant Samwiel Freewill with which to choose. 115

‘Twas here first strained Love’s pristine tie
and as Joss willed they neither knew.
Although Will’s freedom He’d imply,
Samwiel was blind yet to his due
and turned no thought to how he may refuse. 120

Samwiel began of all preempt.
There yet exist the like of him.
His Architect he felt exempt,
for thru each peak and interim
Samwiel was not with Him, but dwelt within. 125

Dawn’s star therefore cast Love alone.
When come the instant Time is shaped
‘tis he who will those passions hone,
but ere Time’s binding curtain draped,
he knew no envy that could mold to Sin. 130

On having deemed how Love was made,
he earnest strove in nil expanse
to bring forth an unguessed cascade
and so desire drove its lance
that ever more Dawn’s Star shall lust anew. 135

“From you all things,” Samwiel had said
“shall issue forth as I the first.”
And as he spoke he had been led
to that unseen he made. A thirst.
The Question asked that Love still answers true. 140

In void with each, they each explore.
Samwiel to find what part of Joss
informed his being at its core
and He who made him with His loss
relinquished learn what He had first create. 145

“Let there be more.” Joss had decree.
“The peerless Sun shines not alone.
The next of many you shall be
that I may learn more than is known.”
When Mic~lak~lor was made, Samwiel learned Hate. 150