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Cosmogony

This word shouldn’t have a singular number.

The route of the Cosmos isn’t a straight line.

Continuous flow of now-s and now-s.

Cosmogonies take place all the time.

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Humans were always so devoted

to finding the time-spot when everything began.

Even those who do it unconsciously,

Even those who don’t believe they can.

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What’s so interesting in knowing

when and how did it all start?

There is a much more important thing

What am I, what’s my role in that?

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But maybe that’s also problematic;

the wording of some questions.

Am I really in the world?

Or is the world inside me,  enveloped?

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Is it really a meaning larger than me?

Or am I the context in which it  breathes?

Was it existent before our arrival?

Or formed along with our consciences?

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Time is always a confusing factor;

painful to my unaware species.

It’s a heavy rock tied to our foot.

A killing hunter of our peace is.

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That spiral doesn’t have edges;

no start, no ending, just one bond.

The past and the future are here now.

Cosmogonies happen every second.

..

So, this way the word may have

a singular number, after all.

We, as consciences that create worlds

are all the time one conscience as a whole.

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Anthi Psomiadou — CC BY-NC-ND 4.0 International : Credit must be given to the creator/ Only noncommercial uses of the work are permitted/ No derivatives

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