His power and passion
Once concentrated explode forth into the vast
In the empty then condensed

Living infinite deaths

Some lives only day stretch, yet
Others the fiery sentinels
Burn a while in silence

Through cycle develops
Animism despite the ever schism
Of us and them, fluid flow of made-of-same
Takes many forms of flora fauna

Slowly, they learn
Gradually, they feel

The experience increasingly complex
Dynamic systems free the body
And mind can unleash in leisure

Wondering, what if
I am?

And with that, he is capable
Of being conscious of
Himself