In the beginning was the burden,
Large, glorious, shimmering
Unnamed but for a half breath.
I made stars from it,
And earth, and water,
And the wheel of good and evil.
From the stars grew light and darkness,
And the watery earth gave forth desire,
And will, and death.
Of good and evil came life,
And the love that kills to sustain it.
I threaded time to link these pearls.
If I had shoulders,
They would be riven to the bone.
If I had wings,
They would tatter.
If I had life,
I would die.
If I had a name,
It would be Forgotten.
In the beginning was the end..
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