A tree arising from
the ashes of the one
primæval flame
the birth of life from the death of substance
without form, boundary, or name
the branches fill empty spaces
spreading seeds of timeless places
the roots grow many faces of death
as the leaves fall from the force of fate's breath
from the ashes arises a question, ask
without time, there is no progression
without movement, nothing can grow
so the above reflects on below
and below are the roots of above
serpents arise as doves
descend
from ashes born
the beginning from end
the ashes of the one
primæval flame
the birth of life from the death of substance
without form, boundary, or name
the branches fill empty spaces
spreading seeds of timeless places
the roots grow many faces of death
as the leaves fall from the force of fate's breath
from the ashes arises a question, ask
without time, there is no progression
without movement, nothing can grow
so the above reflects on below
and below are the roots of above
serpents arise as doves
descend
from ashes born
the beginning from end
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