We're born half-blind, <br />shrieking, covered in blood- <br />and we tear our writhing body, <br />from anothers living being. <br />Life can only come from life, <br />it's blood for blood, <br />a body for a body; <br />something much greater <br />has assembled us <br />from the many parts of itself. <br /> <br />And because of our immersion, <br />our favored position in the galaxy, <br />near all the innermost secrets <br />of complexity, <br />some hidden part of ourselves <br />can now construct a universe <br />entirely from scratch: <br /> <br />Even now, universes are sprouting inside, <br />just waiting for the next quickening to arrive- <br />our little puppet personality is only a shell, <br />cradling an explosive event.<br /><br />Patti Masterman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shell-game-4/
