Somewhere–
between the breadth of the stars
and the breath I draw between my lips–
there is an ancient connection,
a deep magic that sets the cadence
of the pulsing drum within my living corpse.

Calling to my blood, taunting my spirit to hunger,
beckoning my entire being to come forth, to march,
to ascend, that I may find out what lies
beyond the shimmering veil, yet ever eluding me,
so that in my efforts I may come to know
the full potential of my existence.