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Force, Glimmer, Gleam
Each new day I proceed into the future Seems like one more retreat into my past, Just another step backward, toward that shadowy morass
From which my inchoate innocence emerged, At an age earlier than my birth, That amorphous breeding season for my gestating soul,
When some force, glimmer, gleam in the Overseer's eye Singled out my spirit, for mortality, Infused it not only with consciousness
But the preternatural capacity to sculpt, From amino acids, peptides, proteins, chromosomes, A flesh-blood-and-bone design steeped in imagination,
With time enough to register my puny, unique voice Above the clatter of that shadowy morass, Before I dive into the silence below its surface.
Each new day seems one step less, In the progress I've been making toward my next existence. Soon, I should sense that force, glimmer, gleam.
12/01/08 - (1)
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