Poet Posts

Here is the beginning
Thus come manifold labors
The toils of the mind

To create, always to create
The best representation
Of the whole universe

Or even something seperate
Something unheard-of
Unmade, unthought-of, unwritten

The world evolves as it is created
Cycles within cycles
Acyclic occurences

Determinism, absurdism, nihilism
The world is born
Of many facets

We create it every moment
And ourselves are reborn
In the fresh light
Of a new day.