The dirt in some of the Heavens
trickled down creating the dust that called into being separating one thing from another in order to experiment with the substance because, at first ... it was just fun.
The entitlement won some favor and a few more joined the team, experimenting with some heavy matters within the density of that realm and wiping clean the slate whenever things there got too chaotic.
Given tools to bear fruit succumbing to desires and never being able to completely destroy once the party got started. The forms that couldn't be erased went into fictions that were left over and vibrating higher and higher at frequencies that couldn't be abolished. "I am! I am!" cries out at every corner ...
The dirt was swept under the carpet until they came in droves, concerned. The glean in their eyes of possibilities ... They drew straws as to who would lord it over these new tribes, becoming ...
Policies and predicaments would sometimes switch things around and all the mating was of a secular discrimination ... and became privatized.
Those in the dirt came in so many forms, striving to reach what they could not fathom. But in all that reaching, even though it seems to move them, they couldn't comprehend that the dirt would continue to trickle even after the 7th day.