SSG

Out of the formless, we glimpsed a gleam, A light so boundless, piercing night’s dream. Shapeless it shimmered, as cycles danced past, Steadily molding the eternal contrast. Do you know the Sun is your Father? Oh yes! And the Moon is thy Mother. Reborn from a void through the eighth year, Ejecting nine stars, bright and clear. Come, oh come, seeds spun from space dust, To the luminous circle where creativity bursts. At last, the cosmic bakery is unveiled, Currency be thy inner light, O greater than Token, it has prevailed.