I sense my
reflection, and a split
Swimming in
primordial ocean
A prokaryote,
learning to trap sun
A trilobite,
assembling my backbone
A tetrapod,
adapting the land
A primate,
grasping tool
A human
What is that
I know?
What fictions
I create?
Worlds collapse
into one
Random patterns
awaken soul
The trees
feel in their wood
As much as I
in my bone
That magpie
robin has sweetest of calls
