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A universe exploded

Such an explosion

It spawned:

Dark, light, daytime, and heat.

It was cold already.

In that explosion, love formed

And took shape over time,

Just as the worm did.

Which ultimately turned into

The giant worm.

God watched from a close by station

What did He evolve from?

A crash?

Why doesn’t love form with each new bomb?

That explodes like the universe.

Theodore Kaczynski knew love once. Maybe he conspired to make it?

The spirit could not have erupted from an amoeba,

But, if for you, it is the case

Why hold nothing sacred?

When even fabric is your kin, and algae your predecessor?

Who raised you so high?


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