#𐌚𐌏𐌄𐌕𐌀
What is the Logos, or the Word?
Surly nothing no one heard
Unseen the sound poured from the void
Self movement became self employed 
The echoes of the first oration
cosmic background radiation
What was a shout when it began 
Taught itself language and a plan 
And learned to sing the sacred verse 
That calmed the all not to disperse 
As this voice of first causation 
Schemed to rhyme the great formation 
Dropping down to octaves lower
Entranced the dance and made it slower 
And as it sang it's symmetry 
Convinced the things to come to be 
This first function form and duty 
Transformed chaos into beauty 
Pleased with this did it declare 
What use has this if not to share 
So then continued eminence 
Created separate sentience 
To gaze in Wonder at the all
And sing the praise in choir call 
Born so closely to the source 
Filling function keeping course
Without will could not be tested 
Something else must be invested 
So the word whispered the souls 
And gave free will and no controls 
And placed them in the mortal track
In hope they'd come to love it back
To aid them 'gainst such fearful odds 
Spoke into being all the Gods 
That aid us in our journey home 
To hear the word and no more roam
And rest in perfect beauty's love 
Returning to what we're made of