You Are The War

You are the winged wrist of the sun disk
You are the first child of ancient slime
You are the figures traced in the dust
You are the unknown in which we must trust

You are the way without direction
You are a window on the abyss
You are the power of vision and all that is seen
You are awakening to consciousness

You are a tree bearing news of good fruit
You are the winding, the winding of the mammalian root
You are the I-am-that-I-am you are
You are the bright and the morning star

You are the wellspring of untamed light
You are a song-form forming at night
You are the primitive and universal alphabet
You are a chain of worlds bound in time