Pangenetor

Motes of dust flicker idly
In the vast emptiness
That followed the great ruination
Chains of order
That stood firm for generations
Were released from their decay
By the birth of the Child of Fire
Now those infinitesimal
Specks of ideation swirl
And cluster, forming new shapes
And silhouettes that resemble yet new chains
This is Coagula, following in the wake of Solve
This is the very moment of creation