your kind crawled from the comfort of the sea to the troubles of the land. unsteadily, the universe molded you into something more as you clawed your way onto the sand of a new shore.

the hands that build nature have always been unskilled.
and yet, here is a precious pearl that you carry. your body is a font of material. out pours nucleotides with every heartbeat. you're an embryo for a new world. isn't that wonderful? you don't have an expiration date. the dream no longer will have to end. And I think that's real.