Clamor Creatonis- L

“In the beginning—

there was silence.”

Not empty.

Not absent.

Full.

Waiting.

And from that silence—

something moved.

Water found its way.

Wind shaped what resisted.

Life—

began to breathe.

Nothing was owned.

Nothing was taken.

It simply became.

A balance.

Unspoken.

Intact.

Until—

something changed.

Not suddenly.

But steadily.

The horizon narrowed.

Space became boundary.

Growth became hunger.

What was given
became something to control.

And the noise began.

Not outside—

within.

Louder than rhythm.

Louder than breath.

Until even silence
could no longer be heard.

And now—

something rises again.

Not a sound
you can measure.

A pressure.

A call.

A rupture beneath everything
that no longer aligns.

It is not anger.

It is recognition.

A voice—

not separate from us.

But through us.

Asking

how something so complete

could forget
what it was.

And whether

it still remembers
how to return.