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Chaos
Formless state of universe
“Then was rude, unfashioned chunks unframed.
Clashing blind masses, chaos it was named.
No sun that shined to see the view
No hope that lined the life to brew.
No spheres were suspended to call it earth.
Nor a foundation with gravity as worth
I call it chaos the way it is,
As there was no light, no sand no breeze.
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