Genesis
Every morning in my house
a Genesis:
dawn chorus weaving the world
into virginal existence;
gilded grass heavy
with dew and potential;
every window open,
let there be Light, let there be Light,
let there be Light.
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Every morning in my house
a Genesis:
dawn chorus weaving the world
into virginal existence;
gilded grass heavy
with dew and potential;
every window open,
let there be Light, let there be Light,
let there be Light.
⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅