Stillpoint. Wave splashpoint. Emphatic Word!
For better for worse, explosive creation begins
With the imploded idea.
Word's singular voice amplifies polarity
In a panoply of plurality.
The unfolding cosmos reorders phantom
Sound loud in transparent walls
And spreads gravity thin throughout the exploded idea.
Angel photons are impulsive words
Inside wave-charged horizons
Justifying dreams and reason.
Before light was word-ordered
God made vocal chords, except for which,
There couldn't be voice, creation or harmony.
Word-faced thought is
Filament-reticulated in the firmament.
The people has face, has voice, God's,
Because God anticipated Self-revelation.
The least and greatest quanta
Are universally connected
By common sounding chords—superstrings.
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