An Imaginary Form of Genesis
The light was heard
in a sparkling bang...
Something came up
suddenly...
Nothing was known
of colors, neither
of heaven, neither
of clouds,
nor water...
There was no
witness
when the world
was born...
Of a light broth,
became the thick...
The gas landscape
of inorganic ,
also became
organic...The first
face appeared
from the sand...
there no breath yet...
But a breath came...
Expanded... soon
another face...
The two now, without knowing
why, they were attracted...
Compared, and
admired...
The sun came,
the rain came,
came hungry
and cold... !
So the two
no further wanted
lose each other...!
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