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Once upon no time, in its infancy

Emptiness was dreaming infinity

Or the lack thereof

Scheming drafting and etching

A blue print of what was to be

A cosmic brew of possibilities

Craving a virgin canvas

To carve its celestial creation

The origin tore apart at the core

And unfolded to form the soil

In which it sought to sow

Its life bearing seed

Gases collided and blossomed

Into blazing stars

Spheres arose from the dichotomy

Of inertia and gravity

The fabric of time was woven

And its erroneous concept born

(Solo: Chartré)

For time does not exist

It is just the applicable

Linear perception of growth

Empirical science, scant and scarce

Lack of infinity to grasp the boundaries

Abiding by this mystery

Once upon no time emptiness dreamt

And craved a virgin canvas

Freehand and model-less

Yet results were marvelous

The void was filled and the symbolic

Sands of time were stirred

-Ageless fallout showering the present

Mourners lie in wait

Witness to the weeping widows

Grieving the passing of time