In the beginning, God was getting along just fine
in the eternal void. His Glory ruled out need for
distractions like parcheesi games or galaxies.
But then he started feeling odd; one sleep He dreamed
cerulean. (No scholar’s
noted this because
without a light the color blue’s unknowable
as God Himself.)The next, a hot magenta zinged
into existence. Then chartreuse. He wished to sense
them less abstractly, sneezed, broke out in burning stars.
(‘Let There Be Light’ just sounded more professional.)
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