Primal

There are cracks
In the code
Where light shines through
And every
Last one of them
Illuminates blue
Within divine
Origins
The meaning of all
And on
To the ending
Of apexial fall.
This morning
Will sail through
From our curtains of gold.
Primal love
Eventually
Enlightens stories told.

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