A light, blooming, expanding, emerging into sight,
Awaken from infinite, brought into time,
Noises, shuddering, shaking…so loud…from silence,
Shhh…listen…the world is beginning.
Figures swaying, contrast dividing, shapes becoming,
Forming…ideas, thoughts, structures, consistency, hearing…
A voice. Some sound flung into space, into nothing…
But grabbed, held, and understood by something…meaning.
Ground converges, forming safety, structure, security, from the outside,
From the infinite, from the darkness, from fear,
I hear crying…the world is beginning.
I am…machine? Structure? Not like ground.
So much complexity, so much precision,
A convergence of being, a state of self, of becoming…
Of existing. Who? How? From where?
Questions, perspective, knowing…universe questioning itself?
I hear wailing, a light is calling to me, of what shape? I can’t remember.
I reach, hand towards the light, but my hand isn’t there. Nothing’s there.
I’m imagining things…artificial figures, living pictures, universes inside my mind…
So many noises, so many things, screaming from the silence…
Listen…can you hear it? The world is beginning.