Ezekiel 1

These γραφεύς—
all a-genesis
finding inherent chaos in every order:
collage, lyric & colligraph,
each existential scramble of gametes,
the origins of origami folds,
a maiden flurry of brushstrokes.

These makers of galaxies—
like tessellating Hindu arms,
organizational risk of dustpans & brooms,
eternal motes caught up in discus whirl,
dancing in the pale shaft of Sagan’s
blue dot & the reverie
of remembered stars.

How they master the elegant curl
of λ on the tongue—
the magnificent burst
of capillaries behind the first flash,
their alphabet scribbled across our breath,
holding true the rolling trill
of our laughter & teeth.