I Saw the First Sunrise

I saw the first sunrise
the band bending like Taffy
matrices reaching from the taunt worlds.
The joy shinning in astere mathematical symmetry,
careening above the first ocean cloud burst.
The young world sprayed and fragile from dream's birth
the first sunrise was indifference polished.

I saw the first ocean,
steaming of its future loose before the light
transcendence in song, pitch, and perfect,
knowledge twanging as the first metal resonance,
of joyous Buddha's bored of this planet's firsts,
their open webs shot forth the first powers,
the innocent birth of lady earth,
a child in a meadow calling, calling,
through the blades maze of galaxies,
a womb laden for souls
some to sing, some to cry,
but not on the first,
only silence
on the first sunrise.