Thinking of Myself

A scene of a couple enjoying breakfast together at home at sunrise, both with healthy appetites, A picture of the couple, now seventy, living in good health—free from the rush of time or the mental burden of work responsibilities—happily watering the plants by the entrance together this morning, A scene filled with friendly "Good morning" greetings exchanged with neighbors and children on their way to school

[Intro] (Low, creaking ambient sound / faint noise and the pulse of fetal movement) Tidal rhythms... Plant-like nature... Apoptosis... [Verse 1] On the veranda, the clock’s time creaks and halts Gleaning the remnants of thymic education Passing through the gauntlet of ninety-five percent cell death The warmth of mud—long since forgotten— Suddenly pulses behind the stomach lining That is Pax6 A blue light hacked from green algae [Verse 2] A Cheshire Cat’s eyeball drops onto the veranda A garden of pure objectivity, bereft of an observer Six hundred million years of phylogenesis Fiercely retracing the grooves of the spinal cord Twilight reflected in a passive cornea Fuzzy boundaries begin to unravel [Chorus] Thinking of myself, thinking of myself It is not a bundle of genomes, but a chain of actions A super-system that has embraced the Other With the descent of the larynx came the fear of aspiration That "What is it?" from that day crawls out of the dark amniotic fluid [Verse 3] FOXP2—a two-letter mutation deep in the throat An improvised language game; the afterimage of a sandbox Breast milk proteins, endogenous viruses I have lived embracing it all The night I cut my losses on the mind's rule Only the visceral sense breathes, vast and open [Bridge] (Uneven resonance of strings / a monologue of reminiscence) A mirror image of the idiotope A fraying in the dynamic equilibrium Stumbling within the slack—the open space— That mud-caked soliloquy from my childhood days... [Chorus] Thinking of myself, thinking of myself Towards the shoreline of five hundred million years Gently returning it The quiet sovereignty of the plant kingdom Holding the charred remains of the Great Leap in my palm My aging body recalls the shifting tides of the cosmos [Outro] A twilight of bricolage The afterglow of rhodopsin What... What... I was a single act (Quietly fades out)

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