skyless
    it started with a feather
    three birds of white
    subconsciously
    unconsciously
    mechanically
    threading the needles of time
    attaching branch and bark
    attaching limbs to heart
    weaving the light away
    until all was dark

    heaven and earth divided
    by an overflow of nature
    infinite boughs laden with day
    countless strands spun
    closing the sky
    embracing the sun

    and there was darkness
    separated from light
    and it was good
    and all was right