Retrace the waking mind
Retract the black steps
Back towards the first breath
Lips opened for first air
No memory exists there
Only a glimmering
A fraction of emotion
Then further back
The burst of light
The watery life
The swelling inside
The chicken becomes the egg
The egg becomes the chicken
Flesh of her flesh
Cycling back
And back to uncertain beginnings
If only we could see the truth
Peer deep into some sort of
Genetic or sonic remembrance