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A poem about creation |
| 1 God’s voice echoes through the corridors of matter; in the seeds of time. 2 Be reverberates across the primordial atom; explodes seeding space and time with subatomic particles, nanoseconds, attractions, chemical reactions, et cetera. 3 Time is a flower only soul can see, Blooming in the meadow of eternity. 4 Seconds germinate minutes; minutes sprout hours; hours grow days; days leaf months; months bud years; years blossom decades; decades pollinate centuries; centuries fruit millennia; millennia perfume aeons … epochs … ages … with the musk of life. |