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Origins (Free verse) by Doug And now comes past,
with his new squaw forgotten,
to consummate their raven joining
in the newly - wed suite of was.
And they'll forge a powdered shadow,
while knotted in their mishapened need,
soon giving life to an abstraction,
And they'll call it Christ.
And now comes rhythm ,
beside her new groom profound,
to consecrate their listless union,
in the warm retreat of always and glad,
And they'll suppose a subtle light,
in that instant of tremor and faint intrigue,
soon giving birth to an expectant splendor -
And we'll call it charisma.
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