The First Words of The First Line

The first words of the first line uttered in any poem
Are the most important,

Unhesitating and decisive as the Lion 

That sinks its teeth into the neck of the Giraffe

Bringing down the raw meat of the infinite day

On the plains of sun that never set
As the moon stalks the Earth

In the diatonic footsteps of thought that speak

In riddles when they cross the rivers of dessert

And arrive at ruined bridges that can’t

But must be crossed

Thus it was when God first spoke his first words,

"Let there be…"

Wherein she allowed for everything.

That took blood and guts.

And it unleashed a torrent of both.
For ten eternities

If terror had an identity it would be

Everything

If horror had an identity it would be

Nothing.

If terror and horror looked each other unspeakably

Eye to eye, it would be like the finely carved faces

Upon the alabaster stoppers of the canopic jars

Containinng the organs of pharoah and queen

In a tomb inside the valley of the kings

Placed closed together in endless analysis

Staring deeply into each other for

An airtight eternity

Airless, preserving the contents

Of their animal soul to wander through ten eternities

Eating of space and time, digesting dreams and nightmares

The food of black gut feelings

Turned into the flesh of darkness inside the night,
The flesh of darkness of terror and horror

To in time again awaken and divest themselves of darkness 
After ten eternities in which they might finally embrace

And the first words they would speak to each

Other

Would be most important when One finally

Spoke

Who would give in first, terror or horror?

How long would it remain a question?

Is it possible that they truly respected

One the Other?

Such long analysis would have to breed

Respect

Perhaps even admiration, but could they

Possibly ever actually, really, truly

Love Themselves Together as One

Even as King and Queen, as Man and Woman.

Realize, these faces are brilliant

They remember everything, have total recall.

No fact of the universe alludes them

The insights of terror and horror
Into the nature of existence are profound

And this high mental prowess is theirs because

They have paid perfect, absolute attention for Aeons,

Because they have no doubt, no fear...
Absolutely nothing save absolute nothing can scare them...

Look into these faces:

There is such fierce tranquility

As they look into each other's eyes,

Repeating back and forth to one another

 "I know... I know...I know...I know..."!

For another ten eternities....