by Dylan Darroch

Created on: November 26, 2011

Creation begins;

With a word,

Slurred; winds blow

East to west

Rising suns go

And explode

Verbs, create;

In the beginning...

Through to the end...

Bend;

Light like lost time

Life lost, still;

No less sublime

The mind;

Calculated, creating

Creatures of old

Grow, flow and explode

And falling stars go...

Words; are we no less

More than before

Less passed than yore

Days testing old ways

Generations that play

Words that display

Who we once were

And why they were here;

Why we are still

Still words create all;

In the beginning,

Right to the end,

Books that were written

All begin when

The ark of creation

Rises and then

We are left hanging

On the crest of a moon

And the words keep on falling

Will they land soon?

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