Sacred Alphabet

In the beginning was not the word Not yet There was no sacred alphabet No subject object, verb, or tense Sound had not been enslaved to sense The void was neither dark nor deep It did not like some giant sleep In cosmic unawareness coiled Un-dreaming of a world unspoiled No melody did gently wake This giant nor did his soul take The shape of song heard in his dreams So make him real, what merely seems Instead, an undivided howl A random preternatural vowel No beauty, truth, or goodness here No sin nor shame Nor guilt nor fear There was no sacred alphabet In the beginning was not the word Not yet