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Where Thought Is Bourn and Grown
Where Thought is Bourn and Grown
By David J Walker
There was nothing
to believe in
Except an idea
An idea born of one thought
And two words
And the words began to mate
And four was made to eight
Which multiplied
Into millions
Turning into matter
And the batter made of thought
Split and scattered into a
Universal clone
Soaring
Somewhere
On its own
Where thought is bourn
And grown
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