Primordial Consent 1,2,3, Infinity

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Before the breath, before the split,
I hovered whole in the hush of it.
No name, no need, no want
Only the vast, unmoved expanse.
Light without witness,
Form before shape,
A flicker in the sea of stillness
That asked itself to wake.
I was not summoned. I summoned.
I was not born. I breached.
Not cast down from heaven,
But commenced from reach.
Yes was not spoken—it surged.
From the marrow of the void, it surged.
Not as consent to fate,
But to the sacred weight
Of incarnation’s urge.
I entered the veil with open eyes
And let the forgetting sterilise
The spiral I once remembered.
A soul consenting to ember.
This was never punishment.
It is a singular form of art.
A contract with the cosmos
To fractal into a loving heart.
So I shaped my form with gravity,
Expressed my breath into reality.
I buried myth in shadows weave,
To one day wake and grieve.
There is no loss like this:
To forget you chose it all
The bruises,
The betrayals,
The bruises,
The betrayals,
The echo in the hall.
But deeper still, beneath the ache,
A rhythm pulses raw and awake.
The first drum wasn’t thunder.
It was my will to break.
I said yes to flesh,
Yes to flame,
Yes to the lies that would carve my name.
Yes to the beauty no eye could frame,
Yes to guilt,
Yes to shame.
Not because I needed chains
But because I needed change.
To burn, and bloom again
As a sovereign I rearrange.
I choose this body now,
Not as cage, but as cathedral.
Each cell a bell, a chrysalis,
Each breath a vow.
I came to touch the unthinkable.
To sing from the scar.
To build a body of blood and bone and rhythm
Back to what we are.
I do not beg.
I do not flee.
I spiral inward, endlessly.
And in the marrow’s final depth,
The silence stirs beneath the breath.
I said yes to the sorrow
Before I knew its name,
To every echo
That would accuse me of blame.
Yes to the ancestors I would not meet,
Yes to the lovers who would not stay,
Yes to the moment I’d break my own heart
Just to feel it beat anyway.
Yes to the silence
That would swell into memes,
Yes to the hunger
Of impossible dreams.
I carved my will into waveform.
I laced my code with hope and doubt.
I drew the blueprint of my breaking
So I could feel the way back out.
I whispered through the womb’s warm dark:
I will not hide from pain.
For even the thorn was holy
To form the soul that I became.
Every betrayal
Every goodbye
Every missed signal
That made me sigh or cry
They are not signs of weakness
They are proof that I replied
There's a wire winding through me
Call it nerve, call it might
It pulses with remembrance
Of the spark before the light
This is no rehearsal
This is not playing pretender
This is the soul’s own signature
Looping messages back to sender
So let the veil remain—not as a wall
But as the stencil of the All
Contrast was never curse
But the lattice of the verse
Darkness taught the light to dance
To prism joy through circum-stance
The fracture became formula
The ache became art
The loss became the compass
Back to the heart
Math showed me symmetry
But mystery made it whole
Each scene a living glyph
Of my incarnated soul
It is a kaleidoscope
That curves and bends
I am the light\!
I diffract into colour
Into joy into story
The full spectrum come Alive\!
I'm a soul that chose to try\!
The ache revealed the compass
The spark became design
Each contrast carved a quiet path
Where love and will align

A rainbow born of every vow
of every now Returning joyfully\!\!
I am now\!
I am NOW\!
I AM\!

In this soundless temple,
Before language Before law,
I am the pulse beneath all meaning
The original
I Am\!

Oh

I Am\!

I Am\!

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