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Then no river, no ocean born
But creast of the weave touching the apex of the sky
Then no stars or the sun born
But a morning flying crossing over the horizon
Then no trees or bluish grove
But a boat made of leaf moving towards the eternal point
Then no language, no prosody, alphabets, words
But poet engaged composing the first poem.
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