when I fell, I crashed hard
through layers of verbiage
and contortions of phrases
until I landed on the ground
formed
moulded, a form shapes
through the assumption of utterances
locked in ancient unfolding repetition
until a new permutation is called on
to unfold
my legacy was told in the falling
from the universal
down to the rude necessity of happening
the tipping over the edge spawns
the original syntax
that seals untold tellings
from the catharsis of losing namelessness
Adam would be proud
every last subatom named
and the space in between
left void, excised of meaningful emptiness
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