If you know who first defined beauty then place it in a poem—plainspeak is too full of fear to be clearly heard.
Tiamat is a figure symbolic of the chaos of primordial creation in the Babylonian creation story.
Jehovah or Not
forgive us for the vowels and consonants we drop in search of shorter words to not trouble us too much, for the daily bread we scatter and our love of sundry illusions that only (and inevitably) shatter the fragile peace between us. Your stones have gathered a reputation for rolling of their own accord—the sand and grit and lime and slate and mud, the crystalline and pressed and baked and cooled are moved by their memories of when you roamed the Earth. Would you sediment in our oceans, accrue beneath our seas, harden as our bedrock so that we may have a better future?
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