The Well of All Shows

Is the night, the whole world,
The pit of lights, the soul
Of the beast that bore us,

The huge corpse that flung us,
A tip stretched from a limb,
Vast bulk all tips and limbs.

Depth is not down but up
And out, the well of stars,
Of waves as long as years,

As long as time, as change,
The font and source of all
Else, and there is no else.