In the beginning I was without form and in darkness
existing inside the face of the deep skimming the surface
of eternal sleep, like the void and the utter lack of being
until a word was given and then into the light I was born
like one of the billions and billions of stars in the night.
In the beginning I was an idea without being even as much
as a word without ink or even a page, I knew then that I
would become a part of a thought expressed in sentence
like the whisper of emotion, the passing of another age.
In the end, I would become many surrounded by others
to form a coherent argument about the need to understand
why we all exist and therefore we mast wait upon the Maker
to persist.
existing inside the face of the deep skimming the surface
of eternal sleep, like the void and the utter lack of being
until a word was given and then into the light I was born
like one of the billions and billions of stars in the night.
In the beginning I was an idea without being even as much
as a word without ink or even a page, I knew then that I
would become a part of a thought expressed in sentence
like the whisper of emotion, the passing of another age.
In the end, I would become many surrounded by others
to form a coherent argument about the need to understand
why we all exist and therefore we mast wait upon the Maker
to persist.
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