Dagaz Rune Poem

A few who know me here from the AFA website know that I have shared thatI have experienced continuous consciousness from before I was born and that I was born with memory of my journey into physical existence intact to this day. While I won't go into all that now, I am taking poems I wrote about 15 years ago (during my "bardic" phase of spiritual pathworking) describing aspects of those memories and relating them to the essence of the runes according to my present understanding. The poem below attempts to describe one of my memories of preincarnate experience - I am linking this particular experience/poem to the essence of Dagaz, with its emphasis on the dance and mystical movement of a dark-light polarity, synthesis, "divisions of the day" (the poem was originally entitled Divisions of the Night), paradox, and Metodes leoht (Creator's light).

first rhythms ever plunge, eternal hosts driven into life
drawing through a field of topographic brilliance
where judgment lovingly flows, churning out whole stones
resting against asymmetries trying, like diamonds in chaos
proto-perception foams, over annihilating operations
and from it, dark bursts of lucidity finely entwine
coarse grains of almost something, almost yet sufficient
the silent rush of yet nothing slides, wildly as percolating pivots
diligently thread through it, casting clarity
upon myriads, hard pauses startle into vision
projecting arrays without mass, strings of confluency
impressing discovery, a shadowy tail-end lingers
between depths of opposite observation
iterating embraces of many meanings like quasi-quanta
gathering functions about the head and, and
spinning spectra, pushing forward, yearning toward home
not knowing, yet only knowing
as some featureless reach edging edges stretches out
the magnetic sweet dance
where divisions collapse like crystal caves
softly sprinkling the belly of the night divine
with bytes of thoughtbare kisses
extending the glorious field of apprehension