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“Trilogy”

A POEM

By Timothy Trainor | January-February 1986

In the beginning
A Mind, Eternal.
Then

A mind, created.

A sweet Whispering,
“You are radiant, and I love you.”
A proud roaring,
“I know, now give me worship!”

All Hell breaks loose.

 

On the new water
A Breath, Eternal.

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