All my sonnets are about evolution, from the beginning of the Universe to the emergence of the divine spirit. This poem is about a non-supernatural version of the religious myth: to understand it, perhaps you need basic studies in 'comparative religion' and in the concepts of emergence and collectivity. I mean that it is not a poem which should be addressed to everybody! Instead, it is a personal expression of my own, which I have not made into a truly public piece of art. Most of my sonnets are easy to understand, I think; but if you can't follow this one, that is definitely my fault and I cannot apologise because ... some better poems will soon come out of this bad poem!
Thanks for the critique on Down. You're right, it does sound strange now that I look at it from another's perspective. However, it took me a few minutes to right, thus, I have little ambition to put too much effort into editing it. Thank you though.