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An Origin
We talked him down
Out
Of it
We believed he had arrived
After he’d left
He created distance out of time
As the dust settled, and
Coated our weary feet
As we continued to talk
In a staccato beat
Of empires and words aflame
Not the thoughts of men
Borrowing the voices, at times
Of the angels, and other times
Their wings, and the eyes
Of their wings
He remained silent while we
dispersed
But united and dwelled
in our hearts
And the aeon began
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