Ages Poem by Geoffrey Winch

ineffable vapours randomly conjoining speak of re-energising chaos itself serendipitously flagging-up an era of dimensions as inexplicable as the continuum of lore, rearranging the disorder of habitual dynamics, causing boundless expansion to the plasma of time, compressing motes into lava to violently erupt, weighting parameters to accept servile intelligence and realms of perception into more understanding, foregrounding the notion of a total existence, cooling boulders into being bounded by heavens all round while more dark and meandering vapours react in unison igniting invisible solary rays to reflect and refract until light is defined as the presence of day, such inspiration

evolving into quickening energy, acting and reacting to promote the next destination, light being born from natural volition proceeding to death with its consequent darkening, the realising of night with its free spirit asserting a hiding-place for still-secret dimensions while revealing how light so magically mastered might revert into bright sky again

lighting up oceans swelling below mountains, endless plains drifting to the ends of ember-strewn rock, hot light of sunshine bearing down on high places while dry places search for a sense of soul driving up moisture, its steam clinging and surging and rolling into waters of suspension provoking coldness and savage winds to infiltrate vulnerable crevices, miracle rain birthing tall waving grasses, raising trees into forests and existence towards hope, fertilised spirit blowing on winds of pure purpose scattering seeds upon time measured by millennia and seasonal increase, phasing of moons orbiting the firmament defining endurance by the numbering of æons; starlight streams hinting at mysteries greater than ever

giving way to a dawn of gravity-pulled waves filling up oceans with maggots and weed, small fry swelling to fish shoals and marines describing how life might evolve by refining limited freedoms navigating the globe, clever the spirit waving its wand through the air, flourish of insight into birds induced into flying in multiple numbers, displaying brilliance of plumage and high-gliding skills, swooping and diving and multiple-tasking, soaring for the cause of heavenly birdsong, calling out raucously in darkening skies, silencing barely to a whisper

until dawn is chorused more resoundingly than ever beginning a new era, celebrations of fecundity and scattering of seeds, building food stores of plentiful supplies, fruitfulness of spirit sustaining creation, evolution advancing with reptiles crawling out of the oceans, bird life descending to the low branches of trees, other creatures’ primeval spectacular a sheer pleasure viewed by the spirit of honour and pure motive, mud-stirring bovines staggering into walking and grazing, their lowing foretelling of domesticity awaiting

the hand of alter-ego to form fresh flesh from the residues of so-far, dunging and spitting and breathing on clays man and maid are in their making, from fertility they stand side by side modestly attired with less than low understanding of their very existence, generosity of spirit begins igniting dull sparks into wit, they see they have gender but see no reasoning for this inexplicable dilemma, creation of intelligence without completion of mind leading to their not seeing around corners of individual personas, so blindly discerning they pattern

the ultimate fruit of their kind and the triumph of creation is exposed as unwitting but fashioned as loveable and loving searching for a god to assist them as they endeavour to survive, but an all-seeing god remaining unseen sees the naivety of creating for the sake of creation, the impregnable barrier of puerile intelligence (how much knowledge should be revealed to enable vital conception of pure motives?) turning the corner of divinity by the granting of mercy and grace but now is the time for resting to contemplate the ages that are required still