God's glass eye spoke by wylde . God's glass eye spoke from an opaque emptying tongue: Life spilling from His siphoning straw, blindly comprehending that It was being born. It puddled into a sticky spiralling milky whey - where all the spaces in-between yearned aching and asking; "what in hell did he say?" The son of Suns beamed wanly onto the crust of the cooling magma pie while thick grey jagged oceans steamed in creation of this swirling cauldroned stye. All the sweet rivers screamed their pure and plaintiff cry; 'why, oh why, must all our journeys end in the salted seas, cried like tears from a looking glass eye?' Rolling a snake eyes - 7 / 11 - onto the braised green carpets of a fruitful earth God attempted an answer from deep within His own socket of mirth: 'Answers are not made by Chance and the chances are, so you are." Deep from within - the inside of empty - before "the beginning" of beginning began, the end of nothing filled an empty cup raised by a questioning hand and created a flaming desert, doused in disaffection poured over a filled; satiated; sterilised unfeeling man . Added to GotPoetry.com ( http://www.gotpoetry.com ) on 20-Dec-2010