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From nothing into a universe

Infinitesimal patterns coalesce on shapes

The infant moan can be heard no more

And the primordial shine is ultimately far away-

A star bleeds the raw wealth

In paternal chant

Can’t tell apart myself from the light

And the light from the shade

The chasm hums a rough melody

In tones I deafly chase

A brooding wreath rocks outside the door

Welcoming chaos to convert on plain

The feast sees no end

And no beginning is at sight

Just the flow, just a drift

Gliding from day into night

Planets like seeds, clouds in bloom

Where the prodigal matter engulfs its own guts

A spiral of everything

A song that no one can sing

Coming from nowhere

Overshadowing sphere

Before all what is all?

The summer is not the fall?

The feast sees no end

And no beginning, no day and no night