Smile
In the
Beginning
Was the
WORD
Some say
It was
Light
You may think
It was light
But light
Is a word and so
When said thus
Became light
So a goddess poet was nothing
Until breath was spoken into
And onto her dark empty
Tabula
Rasa
Copyright © Marcela Proust | Year Posted 2021
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