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Time was not kythe within the void.
Though each event anew precede
the next and thence seemed Time employed,
the scope of Now did ever lead
to Now, though actions were to forward flow. 5

Therefore when Joss had reify
the myriad of all His mind,
His Host of Angels vivify,
they merged inclusive, each affined,
for lest they bond The Host had cease to grow. 10

As Mic~lak~lor and ere him same
Samwiel, did all The Host revere
their Maker when bestowed His Flame.
With them at first in heart sincere,
Samwiel joined with Now’s song in piety. 15

Their voices harking limitless,
lift euphony exorbitant
in praise when He their essence bless.
The Song of Being jubilant,
enveloped with His gloried deity. 20

It may ‘twas thus designs could stay
as Joss inward deliberate.
He would The Host put forth display
of Love new made and innovate
their praise of Him when dwell upon His whole. 25

But His deception in so far
as Self concerned was far atwain.
Betraying Him, the truth had bar
His willingness to suffer feign.
No more denied~ The Angels are His Soul. 30

Eternally is Joss alone.
Though all the Heavens bear Him laud
and glorify Him at His throne,
the joy present is purest fraud,
for God it is whom God would magnify. 35

Perceived was heart when first it break.
Nowhere in all The Angel Host,
so boundless with Himself, was ache
endured by Angels in their Boast,
of loneliness when failed the first true Lie. 40

And so did all of Kingdom cringe.
Amidst their exultation rapt
The Light grew wan and bleak. A dinge
of verity rescind untapped.
The Maker pondered how He’ll come to End. 45

The desperation Menkind know
thru struggles lonesome of despair,
are telling of His pristine woe,
for all of Man, as Angel fair,
are pieces spalled from heartstone that won’t mend. 50

Abiding in The Host was first,
abundant in the gifts bestowed
to all distinct, but singly versed,
Samwiel and keen aware when showed
the disappointment on the face of Joss. 55

Before his peers Samwiel had seen
the primal want his Maker knew.
Not even Mic~lak~lor could ween
how bitter His Creation rue.
Samwiel alone had felt a shrewd pathos. 60

As all beheld, The Star of Morn
entreat the object of his care
in hopes to ease His sense forlorn.
“I would, O Maker, voice my prayer.
‘Of thee am I and these made infinite. 65

The facets represent in me
are varied and far reaching as
the breadth of Angel panoply.
They form anew your depths, whereas
I ween you mourn desire feared forfeit.’” 70

But twice again will Joss be moved
by what He holds is only He.
The solace offered twice reproved.
The murmur of His Angel’s plea
shall be a wraith Men know called Abess Dream. 75

Samwiel had not relinquished hope.
“Thru me anew were you revealed.
How greater then the waxing scope
of all this Host before you kneeled
should each be let to make as you would deem?” 80

Then Joss endured Nightmare’s deceit,
for wonder in Him had not wilt.
Creation shall not be complete.
The shaping of The Maker’s Quilt
would He allow to grow beyond His sway. 85

“So be it.” Spake The Architect.
“Design and mold as I mold you.
Thy bounds are Free from My inspect
save that unseen I cause ensue.
Let all we frame to us our frame portray. 90

And so it pass the multitude
did venture start, an avid toil.
‘Twas prompt betook to prompt conclude
for satisfaction sought to foil
the yearn of souls due ignorance sublime. 95

Then Joss released the last constraint.
For if they would make ever new
of cosmos cast, He will they paint
on canvas none could e’er undo.
Discovery’s first step was made in Time. 100