iNner out

Passing through masses
Rarely interacting
Unseen, unfelt, unheard
No taste, no olfactory
Clues to your presence
Hints of mass attraction
Though little wait

Subtle rearrangement
Of words past
And your identity
Changes
But you are still

     Sameward
Your are an impartial particle
Ambitious to
Be,
but indecisive to
     Reincarnat...
  Ion...  To a
New tree? No,
But closer.

Seas and lands travailed
Spoken swiftly
You emerge,

A spark of light
Spiralling secrets
Only the chosen few
Can perceive.