This was when…

This was when the world began, as it was known to happen in those days, days when all thought is lit by the obscure city, by the unknown shade of the moon and lurid color every street subsides on the exhale of the earth, and where the inspiration for new epochs of creation begin like when just stepping out of dark from in of doors to find that the world is suddenly as calm and dim as a new moon waning gently over providence bathed in pearly glow like a thousand eyed Aphrodite rising slowly from a humming sea. Tonight the cicadas wing birth a new song. It has just rained but all is still in wan of sight. Life has just begun within a ripple as a hundred legs sprout from this puddle, and air and revelation skim my mind as I skirt and glaze across it the sheen of brevity.

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