once upon a time

there was no time
and every beautiful thing
in the world
was of one darkness
and in its boredom
or joy
of possibility
it decided
and in the decision
split itself
one from the other
to form lovers
of the first
and most important
kind
self and its opposite
twining together
a whirled is born
and never stops
whirling
dervish devotion
the only sense
to make
for being
one fractal part
of such
a beautiful
thing