The beginning
On his space-ship had traveled far to
a place where no big bang had happened
No rocks had been thrown into the room
named starsĀ and planets like Saturn
Pluto and Mars
A place that can not be called dark because
darkness suggests an absence of light
Where a compact silence had slowed his ship
had no beginning or end
there was no North, West, South or East
navigating back to life was a hopeless task
no, up or down, left or right
He had reached a point where nothing had
ever existed, naturally, he asked himself
what is the origin of life?
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