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