In the beginning…
A breathing chaos enters existence
Breathing for life
So the world can thrive
This breath naked and strong
Walks around without shame
Disassociating the self from the breast
And believing in what cannot be seen
For now
The chaos is a lesson in progression
However, Soon
Sight and touch will become one
This breath of chaos
Slowly morphing into an abrasive fire
With the power to destroy
And the desire to revive
The shamed, the lonely, and the broken.