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Was There Ever a Beginning?

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It starts with lightning far out at sea. Forks dancing along the offing, never getting any closer or further away. There is never thunder, only the clanking of boats in a harbour. Maybe it is more of a calling than warning. A start of an unimagined path leading to a treasury of words long forgotten. In the dark water, reflections of muzzles fall from the night sky and swim like daisy chains, arcing the moorings. Bells emanate from an old, stained, teacup. One which never fills or empties, chiming only to reveal the wetness of water. It starts with lightning far out at sea. Forks dancing along the offing, never getting any closer or further away. 
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