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Before the weight of matter conjoined
A thought stirred in the void's numb womb
No word, no flame, no chime of Old Dawn
Only the itch where the Absolute tuned
Was it love or a wound that first spun the chord?
A dreamer's gasp or a scream undone?
The universe hums, but gnaws at its core
Why did the silence rupture? What have I begun?
A paradox nursed in the furnace of naught
No ash yet to name it, no pyre to blame
Did it root as a seed or a tumorous rot?
A God's first mistake or the mire whence gods came?
Was it love or a wound that first spun the chord?
A dreamer's gasp or a scream undone?
The universe hums, but gnaws at its core
Why did the silence rupture? What have I begun?
The Architects kneel, their blueprints dissolved
No halo, no hell, just the spark unblest
A birth without mother, a breathless resolve
The thought eats its tail in dark's hollowed caress
To fracture the sky is to whisper I am
A flaw in the code, a tear in the veil
The first thought still bleeds where the galaxies cram
The engine is rust, but the spark won't grow pale
