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