Oh my god,
Oh my god:
rhapsody reproach me
rhapsody, the engine churns
collapsing me, boasting
"I am boundless, father", learns
that what was not there has become,
having stepped away from the faceless many
into light, shapeless, changing
recognizing now, a sentient being
bleeding blackness on perception
of it's form-enraptured seedling
and so it seems, we could not hear what we had never heard
and in this, our fear was a bit absurd
but now upon knowing
the existence of it's flowing,
can we actually see this thing for which we have no simple words?
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