Differentiation; the spark
The casting of light
In its face; vast and dark
For, it was once… Black as night
Yeilding its way
Yet; maintaining its stay
As for those with newly created might
Are always eager to fight
The manifested; believing their bright
From the Atom to the Human Condition
Forcing their intuition
Doing what is believed best
From the corners: East and West
Forgetful of their start
Their manifested living-heart…

So, in material, a belief-process change
a created Integration range
from filled-space to the rat-race
But, never to glance back at the face
of their one, electric, Differentiated base