The Inconscient

The Inconscient

Out of a seeming void and dark-winged sleep
    Of dim inconscient infinity
A Power arose from the insentient deep,
    A flame-whirl of magician Energy.

Some huge somnambulist Intelligence
    Devising without thought process and plan
Arrayed the burning stars' magnificence,
    The living bodies of beasts and the brain of man.

What stark Necessity or ordered Chance
    Became alive to know the cosmic whole?
What magic of numbers, what mechanic dance
    Developed consciousness, assumed a soul?

The darkness was the Omnipotent's abode,
Hood of omniscience, a blind mask of God.