the place before creation

is a world of its own

impalpable foundation

not made of flesh or bone

its imprecise location

a universal home

More of a vibration

in transcendental tone

a melodic adaptation

of aggregate unknown

a trembling narration

that dictates mortal stone

an ending destination

for every living soul

so relish this vacation

since all life is on loan.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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