If only to understand oneself.
If only to learn to hear one’s inner voice.
Not the one that destroys
Mine and another’s,
But the one that heads
From a speck into the cosmos.

If only to peck through, to scratch through,
To find a weak spot in the eggshell,
From zero
To make it into eternity
And come out onto a space without bounds, without end.

One cannot do without intuition.
The whisper of the innards and the call from outside,
Their silent Words
Will be judged, someday, at scale.