I landed on this strange planet
where every creature is branded,
an eternal letter etched on its skin.
No one knows their brand’s origin,
Nor do they know what it means,
each the sound from a language
that doesn’t yet exist, but might one day.
The letters will merge on an unknown dawn,
And together form a poem of many lines.
The words will form a mouth,
And from that mouth a body,
And from that body a cosmos
And that will make the shape
Of the new god.
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