In the dark, it awoke,
before that first thought.
In the dark, something broke,
and from what broke, something spoke,
and what spoke, said that which broke,
and the one that awoke,
are just parts of a whole,
and what is whole can never be broken,
even in sleep, waiting to be awoken,
even in winding layers of dreams,
what is spoken, can not be unspoken,
and that which is unbroken, can not be broken.
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