I am a fertilised egg in the middle of the circle.
All I have to do is divide and grow, divide and grow, divide and grow …
And I do, and it’s lovely to be lifeforce.
What cells will turn into nerves, brain, eyes, lungs, kidneys, muscles, skin;
Is not my job. I don’t have a plan, only potential.
The swirling blankets; the morphic fields, danced by my friends,
are the patterns that have been repeated billion of times.
The patterns now forming me.