before the broken wood and stone
before the buriel of flesh and bone
this gilded earth drifted in the empty black


lost in a heaving convulsion
of constant creation

before the buzz, this constant drone
before the neverending groan
this empty, unremarkable earth
was light and shadow falling
untouched by the hot winds
that knew nothing of the life to come

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