The Words from Dissolving Reality by Digital Exile

The earth was nothing before the Word
But it rose to the voice that it heard
It was in the beginning and after the end
In a curving tunnel and a cosmic bend

The words dissever things untrue
And “how much” I ask, “is left of you?”

We made mortar and baked our bricks
Sculpting rebellion out of the mix
We worked together and stole the sky
Until tongues unraveled, confusing our cry

The writer wrote himself to earth
Friend of sorrow, stranger to mirth
His words formed the fault of a deeper crack
That must have split when we sent him back

We were gathered for the feast
When wind and fire was released
Men spoke in tongues not their own
To the world gathered in our home

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