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
Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 12:48 PM UTC
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