First Came She

The first man was a woman

And She had within her all that is good

And all that is bad.

Swirling inside her, the entirety of potential.

The saintly and the satanic engaged, in turmoil

And She in her Immensity, increasingly engorged

Agonizingly trying to hold it all in

In a moment of weakness that was bound to occur,

She sought relief in a cosmic uncoupling 

Loudly, with an ear-splitting scream, She split in two.

The part of her birthed was He

He who looked upon her, in unequivocal want,

and knew that she was complete