GenesisA Poem by DM2088Creatio Ex Tempore. THIS SPACE IS EMPTY Nothing precedes consciousness, but everything follows from it. The moment before the inception of consciousness is an enveloping void of emptiness. A period of time unfurnished by activity and uncharted by history. A long twine of unbroken silence displaced finally by the definitive moment of existence. As existence funnels into being, consciousness slowly resembles into a vague mental fugue. © 2011 DM2088 |
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