In the beginning there was no beginning;
no no; no was; no in; no there—
nothing that was, was, and all that wasn’t,
inconceivable, and there was no one
and nothing, and anything, to care:
until such time—in due course—creation had begun
So Mozart ages hence could write his Requiem.
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