The First Poem
The sense
came before
the sound
lingering moon
after moon
in the
eternity of
wordless probings.
The universe
opened its
mouth and
an eloquent
fire was
born its
idiom primal
flame in
the graveless
cemetery of
Silence
The First Poem
The sense
came before
the sound
lingering moon
after moon
in the
eternity of
wordless probings.
The universe
opened its
mouth and
an eloquent
fire was
born its
idiom primal
flame in
the graveless
cemetery of
Silence
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