the morning of creation

out of the night
comes memory
infinity has a story to tell
about itself
speech wakes up
and stirs
as the formless takes shape
a breath of wind blows
across an empty landscape
a splinter of light gleams
off a clean birds’ wing
a whispering is heard
recognition dawns
a new day has begun

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