1432
at the beginning of time
deeper and
steeper
first dollar,
imagine
no, before
that
the apple
drops
a legend
corner
till the
map obeys
blacker
than night, this prospect
stone to
roll
and fire
before
the burning
bush
we are
still recovering bones from that time
in the
beginning
was, was it?
yet to kick
off
first notes
then the lyrics came
as if we’d
all been blinded
when there
was no seeing then
nothing
ached at all
but to be
then travel
outwards
expanding
from dot
forever in
the day
everyone
trying to think of
title,
genre, epigraph
it must
have been a morning in spring
at the
beginning
or in
ants tell
the lost truth
none dare
speak
hope, prayers
with them
a flower
everything
an eye will
see
the all
exploding
and as if
forever
a refuge in
all that
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