The Poetry of
Jack Scott

The Circle Game

In the beginning there was nothing.
Nothing was all there was.
In the end there was nothing.
In between, everything was dreamt.
everything sprang from nothing,
became nothing,
returned to nothing
over and over and over,
again and again.
There was no beginning
There will be no end.
Creation is ongoing and eternal.


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