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In the beginning was the word
and that word started a reactionary chain
took upon itself a gravity, a mass
a shape, and a willingness to grow
and out of that lone word
this brash, brassy, cacophony arose
and the din of it crashed upon
the resolute doors of paradise
a decision was then made
and heaven ascended further upwards
to avoid the bedlam and discord
so remote now, it is, that even the saints
among us are incapable of reaching salvation
no, now like the rest of us, they simply
wither in the space between worlds,
our essences stretched into nothingness
in the beginning was the word
spoken without a mouth to speak it
or lungs to give it wind
no mind there to think it into existence
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but there it was regardless
a word the size of a universe
uncontainable in both the mouths or minds
of the living things within creation
in the beginning there was the word
but the beginning is over
death snuck in as the word came to an end
falling off the last syllable like a sock
from your comfortingly warm laundry pile
in time you will discover it’s absence
like when whatever caused the word
searched its pockets, looking for death
ah well, it sighed
in the beginning there was a word
and the word ended, mission accomplished
and coming on its heels was death, that cosmic garden rake
taking away the curse or blessing the word gave
restoring what was once was
before that austere beginning
when there was only the potential
vanishingly small
of
the
word
