Literature
Our Daily Genesis
Every day the world begins,
Turns on me with eyes agleam;
Headlights on a country lane,
Dimmer than they seem.
Every day the world begins,
Sings its songs when no-one's in;
Shines like fire and smells like rain,
Says it's sink or swim.
Every day the world begins,
Turns to me with eyes agleam;
Talks of towns that have no name,
Never having been.
Every day the world begins,
Sighs and asks for whom I ring;
Mind is looking for a name,
Mouth says not a thing.