Space Universe Cosmos from Pixabay

No End To Beginning

Greg Prince
2 min readApr 2, 2019

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And it was and is and will be.

Erupting, spinning, spreading, thinning-

MY is wholly separate, MY is a burst unsame, My is floating out-

Crying in a lonely sea, multitudinous presence crowding around and near me.
I search.
The fields are filled, a zillion zillion seeds are planted.
You are there, we all are here.
Beyond our thoughts…

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Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.