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XXII. Azathoth

Out in the mindless void the daemon bore me,Past the bright clusters of dimensioned space,Till neither time nor matter stretched before me,But only Chaos, without form or place.Here the vast Lord of All in darkness mutteredThings he had dreamed but could not understand,While near him shapeless bat-things flopped and flutteredIn idiot vortices that ray-streams fanned.They danced insanely to the high, thin whiningOf a cracked flute clutched in a monstrous paw,Whence flow the aimless waves whose chance combiningGives each frail cosmos its eternal law."I am His Messenger," the daemon said,As in contempt he struck his Master's head.