There must have been a world
Before this literal one when
A letter was just a gesture
A stirring of the wind
Each its own silent sign
Before the twelve gods gathered
To sing speaking into being
Bestow the sounds each its own
What a cacophony deafening
They must have made at last
Everyone talking at once
Clamoring to be heard
Until a solemn child stepped out
Onto the quiet empty stage
And spoke the first coherent word
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