Where it comes from
How it got here this far
In the first place
How it was nothing
In the beginning
How it didn’t even know
It wasn’t a thing
Like the watch and the old jeweler
And the one who thinks
About the two of them
Observing the first movements
Of that idea which must
Precede all experience
of love and existence
But the outside likes to pretend
It alone is real or in any event
Enough and beyond which
One needn’t bother or expect
And still the spirit rules
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