The whispered yearnings were there
There - out of Time-imprisoning Souls.
Time-grinding Soul
In You
The Primitive sudden rose!
That was necessary - Wisdom spoke
Out of the Genesis rose the Geneses!
And there was Life from them -
And Wisdom.
In the Primeval Garden things that
Concepts were
Walked naked.
Whispers suffocated - whispers yet!
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