as our co-conspirators
our logical comeuppances
having set us in motion
like a breeze through the trees
turned and waltzed away
so that we could argue alone
if they ever really existed
and that all this universe
made itself up out of nothing
that gradually became something
then many many somethings
the way a formula unfolds
in an ancient manuscript
the secret of all things
the faint aroma of the stars
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