Born, I am, in a moment of flawless clarity
so brilliant and blinding, my image is written
into the sight of the mind's eye, and remains
with the I that is the mind, long after
I am gone.

My first breath is discovery; a gaze settled
upon all of the world's wonders, a light
that shines with the splendor of angels in
concert, this is the heart beat of finding that
which was meant to be found; treasure.

My second breath is the foundation upon
which I sit.  It is the bedrock upon which
I am built, and the means by which my
future is secured.  Here is where I flourish
and I live.

My third breath is thought made reality;
a wish, a dream, morphed into Truth.
It is the enactment of a vision born of
the awesome mind of man, and brought
to life by the soft kiss of an idea
spoken aloud.

My fourth breath is my acceptance by the
flock; they fear me, yet, because with the
fifth breath I breathe, I bring, represent, and
have become, change.

My sixth breath is my excursion into the
mainstream, and for a time, that breath is
held as I swim that mainstream,
and become another worthy achievement.

And my seventh breath, for the last time
I breathe for all time; there is no rest,
for I am too worthwhile a concept to be
allowed a leave into the netherworld of the
forgotten, trite, and impractical.  My seventh
breath comes with my placement in the annals
of history; on the intake, a forming idea,
and on the exhalation, the spark of revolution.