Progression

Before everything 

There once was a dot

Of the dot, became a seed

The seed became a hole.

The hole then grew

A shadow of a tree

For it was watered 

With the dripping of the clouds;

I digged a line

To find the juice

Nutrient, the milk of the green

The belly of the tree,

Of my sorrow grew the bones

And so did the wire,

And from the sun

The heat was built

And so the fired started;

When my eyes reached

What had become

I realized, I had to leave

But the more the light

The more the shadow;

And so only dark could have me sheltered

But from the dark I was afraid;

So I denied a dot.

And then the line.

And them the path into the woods.

At first I dove

Then I sank

Then I dried

And then was blinded

For there was no escape

For there was no solution.

But the dark is endless,

It grows into infinity

Perseveres, 

Immutable,

Unending,

Absolute, and omnipresent;

So I drew myself

A new pair of eyes

A new pair of glasses

A new window

And a new reality beyond it.

At first there was a dot,

Then a shadow,

Then a forest,

Then the depth,

And then

There was nothing.

There was once a pair of eyes

That multiplied into infinity 

For it was built for ending,

And reality was not;

I realized I was not supposed to see

For if I had never escaped

It would still be there,

But it would still be dark

And in the dark I cannot see.

I tried to make some peace

With the unknown

For the knowledge was impossible

Unbearable,

Paradoxical. 

And then I realized

At least

I was never really there

I was nowhere

I had never been.