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This poem is taken from PN Review 100, Volume 21 Number 2, November - December 1994.

The Kuppneriad Frank Kuppner

The Kuppneriad
Mk1

1.
And if there was a time before this 'beginning',
that would have been this actual universe too.
For what other totality can there be to belong to?

2.
Another unwritten epic! They're my favourite kind.

3.
as, from the end of it
poured out into the opacity of the night sky
an endless sequence of galaxies; of complexities
to be disentangled, at length, into galaxies;
into vast strands of matter, which could possibly
develop into life, or whiplashing enormities,
or currents which fifty lives, one after the other,
would be insufficient to cross. So it went on for

4.
as I fell out of the window of heaven, I remarked
the wonderful light of evening. Or was it morning?
Whatever it was, it was such a wonderful light.
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