"Once."
"Once there were people among whom each one had
to be convinced she was the most wondrous
alive in order to go on living.
It was creation ex nihilo all over again.
Crews were organized in shifts, skin as white as snow
and hair as black as night.
They chanted.
In off hours, everyone smirked at the result
and called it sentimental.
At last, the camp melodrama of Dan
Rather relaxes into the pseudo sibling
raillery of the local newscast.
Since we're being escorted from moment to moment
by what's already familial, we should
be able to follow this track back home
to our previous thought.
The opposite of nothingness is direction."