What was at the very beginning, the same as what was at the very end?
A wheel that never stops, brought to life by God,
Initiated by particles and driven by inflation.
What was at the very beginning?
Questioning always opens the unknown,
Inside an unimaginable darkness.
Silence, you’re the first thing to learn,
To overcome the storm,
And hear the voice of wisdom.
Please, show me the kingdom of dark and light.
They are the only things
Reminding me of ruthless time.
One’s eyes have been closed,
And others opened up.
No more than a drop:
My poetry, my word.
Sell it, sell it, sell it, if you want.
sell my word if you want
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