Out of the primordial dish
We were poured, from this mix
We exist.
Speaking spirits from Sirius
That crossed over; guided by the all
Knower stop and ponder the beholder
Beholding every thing even the
Seasons, fall through spring.
Created to create things, levitated
Among the elect beings.
Strings of odd colored vibrations
Rising from the south, out of levitation.
Wandering star,I am one, love one heart
Blown away from the spark, from the
Start, mixing the primordial soup
From whence came my existence.
Blackhemmingway~2014©
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