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Before big bang rang changes whose range remains in flux
Electrons once were strangers to call of ‘fiat lux’.
Along came fission’s fusion, confusion first, then light
bequeathing mission’s clues upon delusion and delight.
This led to fate's conclusion, caused atoms to unite
the which, in turn, illusion lent Man - a sum mum quite !
From chaos sprung our meeting, a marriage of convenience,
the which our rhymes are sweeting so judge linked lines with lenience
When I was oxygenic and you two hydro genes
as dry as dust hygenic remained both Ways and Means,
as lonely and divided you me me_and_err_rings,
unknown were helix he licks, and protoplasmic strings.
Unknown were then amoebae, or cells life's spells now bring,
et inconNUE toute idée fixe offrant la vie bling bling.
Ainsi la vie commença malgré le Kansas Board
as aeons spun, together run, provided bread and board.
Without our tryst few formal life forms on earth could ever
pursue existence ‘normal’, act silly or feel clever.
When I was young and ignorant unknown to hair twins hydro
few days were spent in versing chant, reversing carbohydro
none fought for life on food chain link, existence ungalactic
they were a simple pair I think, electrons unclimactic.
But now beneath, above, beyond it is our joy to bond -
[not James !] for our liaison switches on and off, stays fond.
No excommunication dare Vatican pronounce
as our communication to each act adds its ounce
or pound of fleshy humor, or humour some would spell,
we, wed-divorce consumer, revolve, evolve, no hell
may know who heaven’s bloom a lot owes our sky sent engagement,
although from birth to tomb's doom tomb amazing our arrangement
We groupies play forever – this verse is turning shady -
so goes refrain clever to beard a bearded Lady.
*Star maiden fair for whom I care towards far stars here's soaring,
Her flashing eyes her floating hair, run rings around my drawing,
though all should cry, 'Beware! Beware!' temptation e'er excites me,
while honey-dew and starlight stew forever must delight me.
Chromatics strange the spectrum range epistolary fingers
itch with weird pitch as dream themes twitch stitch image rich which lingers.
I love H² more than I may recount upon A.P.
To H, O dear, without your play how could you take a pee ?
Apart from sulphur springs deep down the trenches of the ocean
you see we every species crown with motion and commotion.
Without our mating chances are your lifespan would be zero,
and if my love deserts me far from zilch lasts your career Oh !
No huns with their nomadic hordes had tented, discontented
No bourbon – wise key crack or kings – le roi soleil invented,
No Roman Legions Cleo pat upon life’s back intented,
No Joan of Arc or Cupid's dart could have been implemented.
Ach so ! Ich muss continuer con brio storia
Another day gold story bold which ends with a stray ‘Gloria !’
Gold trophy winner
Adding your comment:
... I think you've matched your prewrite to a fresh view on the picture...
There are the uneducated & unbelieving among us, everywhere...not limited to the middle of our country...There were many very enlightened people there, as well. For example, my 9th grade English teacher. He played songs by The Beatles, Bob Dylan & Crosby, Stills & Nash to show us the poetry within music, how lyrics can be done so beautifully. This is an intelligent, immaculate piece, dear Scribe. You've never had to force a rhyme in your entire life; they offer themselves willingly to your ministrations. 
Golden, indeed. 
I love the idea of starting with the beginning...supernova experience. From destruction all things begin, and you evolved to 'gloria'. My interpretation might not be exactly the way you want it to be interpreted, but it sure got my attention.