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At the edge of the universe,
I sit on the last precipice, contemplating
The Great Wind blows,
The Fabric of the universe flutters above,
Legs dangle,
The abysmal abyss below
On the dark canvas, stretched by timeless span,
The eternal silence holding my hand,
I watch the dance of sparks,
Galaxies hugging, swirling, moving on and on
Rocks fly hither thither, and then
The Explosion of Countless suns,
The Sound of the Great Word echoes forever
And then it dissolves,
Oh, universe! You are THAT. |
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