Before first life -
a sea of primal broth.
Before the child -
a seeded egg shook and split.
Before men spoke -
only utterance and signs.
Before bridled fire -
a raw and frigid world.
Before awareness
subsistence sufficed.
With reflection
came experience recalled.
Myriad thresholds
reached and transcended.
From every this, something else
otherwise and unexpected.
How strange that we
move our pens to essence.
Stranger still
that we are here at all.
June, 2007
With the semantics described...strange indeed. Perhaps there was some design by and Intelligent Being after all. All that we are capable of then makes more sense . Thought-provoking piece.