A breath, formed into the atmosphere
Rained down into the oceans
Was led into a little stream
That fed a spiral fountain
From there, drops of ocean blood
Fell down into the ground
And mixed with the earth
Forming patterns, from chaos born
A child, full of wonder, arose
Destined to walk the gardens of Eden
Uncertainty, its parting present
Potency its destiny
A manifest of cosmic will
The child wandered, hunted, killed and
Quenched its thirst from the marbled stone
And it rejoiced; but as time passed on
Discovered there was nothing else to see
To hunt, to kill, to drink
In despair, the Man turned to his Mother
The sight reflected on the water
And returned with a vision of Self
Transparent, he saw a multitude
Of I's, each with the same spiral inside
"You, Fountain, who has given me birth
You, who grew me into a Man, powerful and sane
Save me now from wither, madness and solitude"
The Stone laid unmoved, in silence
The Stream continued to flow, in perpetual motion
The Man understood; yet his soul did not rest
But was filled with the Fire of Defiance
He stepped into the crooked stone
To ascend into the spiral staircase
Leading up, into the heavens high
Where the Breath of the Father was once uttered
At the staircase's end, way above the Earth
Nothing laid, but the blackness of space
And the one primordial molecule, carrying the Word
"No eternity was ever promised to you, Child
To travel beyond the Stars, into the marvels of macrocosm
You must first conquer the smallest, inner void
To reach the point where universes intersect
My Word is forgotten, with every division, every new birth
Learn me, renew me, reach into the end of my telos."