By Don Lanigan (2001)
Vagrant in the gape of space, astride the slide of time,
Under astral dispositions of uncharted paradigm,
A planet falls within the thralldom of a solar overseer
And a shallow crust of magma hardens on the callow sphere.
Cascades of scathing lava pour into recoiling seas,
Expending endless energy, fomenting boiling vortices.
Pristine crystal oceans vie with new wrought palisades,
Thunder rumbles constantly with drumfire cannonades.
Heaven-spanners with fire-banners electrify the night,
Lacing the starry cobble with streaks of incandescent light.
The wheelwork of the cosmos trundles on with due expedience,
Expelling stellar elements with serendipitous ingredients,
Priming the environment for an imminent event,
Imbuing the milieu with a regenerative bent.
Then, with heaven aligned in auspicious design,
And contrary influence benign,
The Gods of innovation, in random congregation,
In an enigmatic instant, with a hint of ostentation,
Focus fundamental forces in synergic combination,
To issue forth an entity potent for procreation,
Which succeeded on the scoria, and proceeded to disperse
A viable sea slime- the latent master of the universe.