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