This is the journey of the nameless through himself,
The unraveling of his secret,
The picking of particles that make up his being,
Diving into perpetual becoming,
Fabricated by stimulant fear,
The primal push.
The first stage,
Too scared to be.
From the first vibrations,
The second stage was stirred,
Birth of the first elements,
Scared to stone,
Too afraid to breathe.
In the third heave,
Those particles dared to breathe,
But stunned by impulse,
Immediately shut their eyes
Saw the gradual purging of fear
And the thrill of prolonged awakening,
The transformation of will into fate,
Creation of this,
From photons to faces,
From cell to seed.
The gentle knitting of consciousness
That could conceive history,
Remember the source it was to fill,
Hear the nameless calling it.
And fulfill the purpose of this becoming,
The becoming of the being
That chooses to be to not to be.