And
the Voice once more spoke.
"Let the waters under the sky be gathered to once place,
And let dry land appear."
And the
Dancer began to roll back the ocean,
Like a great carpet,
Like a sheet of liquid moss,
Peeled back from the earth.
And
beneath the waters was the earth,
Black and rich.
The
smell of fresh earth filled my nostrils.
And the
waters were given their boundaries,
Forbidden to cross the glistening sands.
And
I saw the continents form,
And the islands of the sea,
In the beautiful antediluvian world.
Once more
the Dancer sang out the names of creation.
The name of the dry ground was Land.
And the waters were named Seas.
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