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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