Hatching

Bestowed that familiar sense of comfort,
Cushioned amidst unfathomed layered depths
of penumbra,
Anchored in that familiar space,
— Or, would say I:
in that state
of being,
here lays I.

For space means nothing
as I molds it from
and low fuses it back to
the voids of shadows
In the flicker of a thought,
The twinkle of the I.
For I is, whatever that means…
Yes, I is.

And with that cognition
comes tremendous volition.
I shapes the shadows
that are I as well
For I yet is unsure
there might be, to I’s well
any boundary.

Unsure that the muffled sounds
At a distance I perceived,
Could be more than imagined
Or a mere echo of I’s thoughts.

Playing along, I grows and knows
And so do the shapes I forms
Taking mass in the shadows
They are dim and shallow no more
than the distant growl.

Hitting at a It
A Shift was upon I
Almost unnoticeably
Creeping and crawling
Sensation of un-ease,
of being carried astray
Fragile as a vase of clay
by an unwanted force that was
calling for something at bay
that I could not say nay.

The glow was of the It
Unrelenting presence
Pressuring its radiance
more urging
Closer,
Demanding
of I’s attention.

Before I felt the threatening
closeness of the sound
I did not know there was an inside
Urging I to recoil and retreat
Until no coils are left to hide
nor treat to seek to eat

Not before I was subdued
and surrendered to the It inside
than I opened to the It

To I’s disbelief
Unfolding as a tender leaf
The growling glow
released its claws
off I’s unscathed inside

To reveal a small
Blazing brazen form
much unlike anything
I had molded from the shadows

And in I’s inside,
Volition came forth
With Excitement
Stronger than before
Even stronger than the shrieking
That was It’s new voice

Palpating the form
Figuring It out
Expanding It’s limIts
that were now only I’s
For I knew now
That It was truly I
Echoed from the shell of I’s perception

And the shell crazed and crackled
Revealing unknown worlds
Weird shapes and forms ablaze

Till It was merged
Back into fresh I
Letting the lone I engulfed
In the new glaringly rosy light
The new deafeningly clear sounds.

From I’s inside where It lied
And new forms are birthed
A voice sprang in a burst
Clear and full of joy
Singing cheerily
Now I will learn to fly!