The soul showed itself.
In a painting, in prose, in verses.
It used its colors,
Here euphoria, there horror.

It captivated someone,
Irritated someone,
Or left them indifferent,
But it declared:

I am. I live.
Reckon with me.
I will lay myself before you.
I will walk across land,
I will swim through water
Or fly through as a Spark.