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But, if God created the Universe
from the nothing,
He the Nothing
blessed and eternal
was where, made divine,
we all slept
as He slept.
Then... God created the Nothing
and he was before her
and she was alone
falling in love with creation.
Now black holes are the eyes
of the Creator;
there isn't anything that can escape his beguiling
unfathomable glance:
two tunnels of anguish
because yes, He is the saddest being
in the Cosmos;
if it seems that he didn't see the outside
it's because he is looking within
with thoughts painfully starred
in his Soul.
Omnivision:
When he watched us closely in the mirror
we saw - in terror! - an infinite parade
of what we are:
only the souls of the soul of the Only Soul,
which is God's,
located in the centre of the centre of the sidereal Universe;
and it is not just the strange fact that we live, but that
we have something within, the Spirit,
that illuminates and explodes.
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God, cosmogonist,
inflates life...
God, cosmogonist,
unmakes death
bursts the bubble
of fear;
so we can all be stellar beings
drinking at your fountain of beauty;
because maybe you won't recall when you used to perpetuate yourself
in the vaginas of time:
your beings sucking galactic milk,
giving up crying forever more,
erasing us in the whirlwind of final time.
God was
the All:
perhaps we haven't realized
that we are all Gods
who, blue or red,
wander through the cosmos
with our heads full
of stars.
In other galaxies,
there are beings who
take pieces of Gods
and impel them with spatial wind
towards our eyes
changed into others.
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But the creation would be there
eternally
recreating itself
from the beginning without beginning
of the end without end.
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Perhaps you don't believe in me?,
mutters the cosmos
leaving the waters of the infinite
and launching his sparkling face at us.
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God walks about in despair
because he has lost heaven;
now he won't be able to fly
from yes to yes
shivering in the void of light......
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The Maker is unmade
and leaves muttering in sobs
the saddest song of Godbye.
Then, God, very faraway,
died
alone alone alone
and from that time on we live
in close solitude and - solitary!...
The Creator has been asleep forever
He has disappeared
now He won't reproduce himself
ever again...
His death gave us all life
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