Minuscule millions
Shot from little cannon
Passionate, Jostle,
One and only one,
The king in thirst
Champions the cause
And strikes the target

The queen in quest
Hosts, nestles primitive cell
That splits infinitely
To finite and figure out

Cells celebrate, proliferate,
Churn, collate, calibrate,
Format, animate anatomy
In fixed flexible capsule,
As nine full moons pass by

Consul flushed out of flesh
Soul lit the light  
At its zero exit
To the shrill cry of entity
The glow begins to grow.