He's bruised, I'm confused.

The look on his face a bit bemused.

Sirens wail, he bails.

God's humor never fails.

Forgive me, for the true and absolute beginning of my world is unknown to me. I like everything around me formed from ash and embers. Nevertheless, I do not lament the obscurity of what once was, I rather marvel at my own brilliant nativity. I owe my existence to wind gathered soot held together by gravity and giving me shape. Finally, the last remaining element breathed its fiery breath into my form, heating it and giving me life. I am the beginning and the end. Born of what remained.