Formless as yet. What form should fill
the blank page of potential?
A sonnet, with call and response. The call:
particles clash, combine, collude;
cells split, solidify, survive;
double helix protein pipes
play variations on myriad themes
until the volta. Response:
a carbon box of filters, pumps and tubes
stands, human, and surveys the world, aware
of dangers, delights and aching destiny.
Called into being, co-author
of a sprawling future of fears and hopes.
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