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Jul 2017
Chaos was a cold void, slowly collecting mass
while solar fury flew out from the center
making meaning from our darker past
by eviscerating that expanding form,
making dark bright and cold warm.

In fear a few stayed and prayed
while almost all humans covered
their blinking eyes in awe
journeying forth from Plato’s cave
to face a brand new bright
purpose filled sunny day,

but light made to many claims
about how it conquered darkness’s
chaotic ways
with shining solar ray blades
that ripped straight through the black
tearing into eternity and bringing hope back
from nothingness.

Meanwhile, the darkness
offered the truth of disorder
only to be vilified
by those who fear and despise
the unknown.
Graff1980
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Graff1980  43/M/Springfield Illinois
(43/M/Springfield Illinois)   
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