A thought concieved in a dying mind
can in time define humanity.
And while some thoughts are created
in the image of a storm,
mine were rare with clarity,
and spared themselves a form.
A form conformed to matter.
Matter:
Its self recreates itself.
Recreates, it self-recreates.
So it is only natural
for matter to want to matter
to its self it recreates.
To itself it's only matter
and it wants.
