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in the beginning
there was
no
beginning,
only something there
to remember It;
sublime in tongue,
descending graceful from
the vaulted
ceilings,
an impossible It,
emerging pink & flesh
from the slime,
chaos & oozing breath,
and for the rest of days,
alive.
perhaps It
is no more beautiful than we remember,
no more miracle than we proclaim;
though try
we still to search for
our begotten
legacy,
as if this metal
in our blood isn't enough;
as if this moon rock
in our bones isn't enough;
our bellies, either
half full or half empty of
this gilded
question.
But the universe
does not owe us anything
just how the stars are unapologetic
in their shine,
how the weeds are incessant
in their growth;
whatever It may be,
all that is will end
and someday
rise again
maybe
there does not need to be
a reason
there was
no
beginning,
only something there
to remember It;
sublime in tongue,
descending graceful from
the vaulted
ceilings,
an impossible It,
emerging pink & flesh
from the slime,
chaos & oozing breath,
and for the rest of days,
alive.
perhaps It
is no more beautiful than we remember,
no more miracle than we proclaim;
though try
we still to search for
our begotten
legacy,
as if this metal
in our blood isn't enough;
as if this moon rock
in our bones isn't enough;
our bellies, either
half full or half empty of
this gilded
question.
But the universe
does not owe us anything
just how the stars are unapologetic
in their shine,
how the weeds are incessant
in their growth;
whatever It may be,
all that is will end
and someday
rise again
maybe
there does not need to be
a reason
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i love your line breaks and spacing.
what a powerful piece this is, bravo!
what a powerful piece this is, bravo!