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CosmOvoid

Before totems marked encampments
Great Spirit carved megalithic peaks for higher view
Before flags signaled our battles
Great Spirit wove rainbows to silence thunder
Before confetti blessed our unions
Great Spirit blew kisses of snowflakes to balm the grazed earth

Before there was the joy of wine
Father's eyelids pressed out ocean with the souls of Abraham's promise
Before there were hot air balloons
Father blew bright bubble suns to light all the paths back home
Before the sound of roaring jets
Father spat comets into the void to signpost our continued ascent
Before there were rogue robots
Father fashioned the human race in his free countenance

Before we span the first wheel
The Word assembled flagellum to stir the droplets of Soma
Before we witnessed gunpowder charge
The Word manufactured bioluminesce to reach the deepest depths
Before we struck crude oil
The Word poured forth its blood to nourish our narratives
Before we printed power
The Word blew its seed to animate the Illusion in 3D

Before we enjoyed a climax
The All began to portion itself away
We call that split the Big Bang

And the Universe still morphs
She has yet to stabilise
To make us worthy of our birth

And after the Millennial Reign
When Cosmic Mind is at true centre
This New God shall conceive again
As Heaven multiplies itself
Like it has always done

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Richard Waters

You, deal so effectively with " Heaven " and the spread of cosmic " rays of glorifying light. " But, fail to mention the counter-balance, at any price, of the progression of " Spawn, " born from Satanic loins. The " Horror " has to be embraced aswell to bring lessons to the fore, which aid survival chances.
REMEMBER, " Apocalypse " NOW...and, " horror, horror, horror. " For, your own " sanity, ".... and sanctuary. FROM THEM. " They Live " !! Honestly !
:) :)

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al Bikaadi

Thanks for taking the time to read my poem and to comment Richard. I guess the answer to the imbalance you mention is to be found somewhere inside my previous poem (https://cosmofunnel.com/poems/within-one-breath-182848), and perhaps even the one after it (Those dead things).

SHALOM

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