When sight fills the vision
And the first word emanates from the mouth
Echoing the sound of silence, it repeats
A first breath without air, simple shift of potentiality
Void collapses onto motion
Essence embarks upon the Omni directional plane
A journey without destination
A trail of string to find the way back home
You are here encapsulates the entire map
Yet from thickened blankets of journey-string weave
Now enters the necessity of compass and key