Blinded by the light
Of a Gemini Moon,
The twins, converged,
Begin to bloom.
The black and the white
Blend to grey.
In a colorless void,
The duality lay.
It forms a mouth
And prepares to speak.
The sound exerted,
An ominous beat.
Drops become rivers,
An ocean in days.
It waits at the shore
To be swallowed by the waves.
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