Chaos seems the wrong first word:

no light

no sound

no time

and nothing moving e'er occurred

 

Chaos speaks to me of chance:

a move

a crash

a force

that happen in time's dance

 

So before chaos, ah, but stop -

no before

(no time)

so just

stasis as creation's dark backdrop

 

Some cosmic joggle, as if perhaps

god sneezed:

atoms move

and that shift

from A to B made time elapse -

 

Created a past tense! It is so clear:

it was there -

now, here

then and now

time's winged chariot is hurrying near

 

So from that single sneeze, that jolt

came chaos

as atoms

free roving

began creation's random revolt

 

Stasis was cold, so still and dark

but out

of chaos,

in time,

came light exposing matter’s quark

 

Written on reading the first pages 'Out of Chaos' of Stephen Fry's Mythos