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Birth of a Universe

From the stillness

of an eternal ocean,

a great wind rises

and screams

at the silence.

A rebel is born

who calls forth

the seeds of

mortal creation

and destruction.

And in the guise of


spins illusions

of a flawless


But the ageless waters

wait in silence

for the

insurgent spirit

to fade.

And after

all motion passes,

the ripples disappear

off the surface

of the timeless.

-by Lyman Ditson

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