Before the imposition of Sunlight and Words
The pre-forms huddled in dark nonsense
They would become the Magician, the Outlaw, the Ruler, the
Sage
But back then they babbled in baby talk
“De gog widdle dum dap
dolbindle borgman,” –formless 1
“Sorg, oodum gran lop pims
wondle swog,” –formless 2
Yes, they argued, but their arguments were soon forgotten
Appearing and disappearing like shadows, or bugs from a hole
Peace wrapped them in a cuddle pile at night
Formless snores and formless heartbeats
Later who could think of the Outlaw cradling the Ruler,
muttering nonsense, playing with his golden-threaded hair?
Oh, but there is violence hidden in Sunlight and Words.
