
The Planet Earth (7)
In the beginning there was a room of light, there were men and machines and hands and the sounds of the grief of crying and the call for warmth. Listen to the song of your heart. There you hear the pulse of Earth, of fluid squeezed and compelled through gateways of the flesh. In the beginning was a woman and her blood filled the world. There was cold air and rough fingers and instruments of hard metal.
Now there is the song of your voice and there are instruments of hard metal. There is a room full of light and there are men and machines, and the ice of the world.