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God never made a tiny wing in his eternal life
and I can’t see its beauty through his light.

While sentience burns on the eve of chrysalis,
a thousand years is like a single day.
It’s nothing to the eons
the wing of a butterfly flutters on
with its whisper in the air,
a providence (triggering obscure influence on an
unfocused image) that resembles
infinite complexity.

Transferring energy through matter;
the many faces of “God”.

Heaven and Hell were born of nature
in this netherworld we create
with our eyes closed
From the origin of nothing -
before darkness, before everything.
But I can’t define “nothing”
so it defines me.

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