XXI - The Universe

All is one and one is all
A spiral spinning endlessly
The point, the edge, the coming 
Of age
Descent to rise
Vast and spread
Specific as a pinhead
The line inscribed in space and time

A mouth in darkness
Opens, speaks 
A word freeflowing
Signals to the nameless hand
A thought
An impulse
And the finger stirs, moves on

All letters formed
All numbers mourned
A God 
A Hero
And starts again at Zero
The Book of The Scribe
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