In glory of genesis
the oval universe
took form surrounding me,
and I was born to bliss
inside the mother yolk
where bathed in tranquility
I felt my world immerse
me in soft nectar, soak
me in warm sustenance,
in nurturing abundance.
But as swollen cells divide,
now multiplied to make
me large, articulated
with heart and lungs inside
my skeleton and skin,
my world is dissipated
and I can only slake
my thirst with bitter poison—
these limbs that I was given
break on the dome of heaven!