Thu, 10/08/2020 - 20:52 -- MARs

I am older than the sky. I can vaguely remember the water separating from the ocean, their beautiful and amicable divorce, to fly towards the sun and solidifying like angelic sheep.
I can still recall God, in his...in her...in their majestic and comforting demeanor, leaning down to scoop a handful of dust into the air.
Life from a dead thing.
As we once were, so we will become.


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