First there was nothing,
piled upon nothing.
Desolate oblivion,
stretched out forever,
immutable and infinite,
but for a single point,
a speck,
a pinpoint prick,
solitary within this epitome of void.That fecund mass,
eternities ago,
birthed our boundless universe
in coruscating glory,
sending forth the galaxies-to-be,
in torrential waves of splendor.First there was nothing,
piled upon nothing.
Now there is much
and we in the middle,
blithe spirits on a crowded world,
spinning in a crowded universe
that will grow ever colder
till existence is defunct.It began with a bang.
It began with a bang.
It began with a bang.
And it ends,
not with a whimper,
but a shiver.
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Animus, poetry from the veil
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