It is a mystery how all this matters
 light circling light so intently
 a profound weight born of relativity
 changes a negative to a positive
 turns a lighthearted affair substantial

A vast collection of these contingencies
 congregate by some strange attraction
 reaching across the void
 only to crush themselves in their collective action
 into carbon copies, hot air, and other complexities
 shedding continual light in its smashing
 only to collapse under its own manufacturing
 and give itself back to the universe
 to perchance evince a life of its own
 upon the foundation of its ruin

From under what strange circumstances
 does the miracle of life spring
A mere chip off the old spitfire
 collides with a celestial being
 who sets its orbit, gets its pulse beating
 and ritually guides it in its dreaming

After phases and phases
 of icing–over and fuming near extinguishing
 from within its nebulous sea
 a chemical compound redounds
 in recreating its structure, preserving its memory
 with tiny changes here and there
 growing larger and more defined
 recomposing its recomposing

At first, blindly following the light
 a sensitivity beckons focus
 a pair of eyes peer out from the depths

Now on two legs, a monstrous
 stomping over the earth
 kings tyrannously rule
 and a growth of wings
 and a chirp, chirp of birds
 and tender little things

Who begin to talk and repeat
 make tools to pass along
  and pass along ways to make tools
 and think about things

And ages and ages of such talk and figuring
 such that remembering back
 to earlier days seem a dream

And with each age some savage desire
 to love and sustain
 yields a development
 from the elements
 of a previous fire

The world is heavy with inheritance
 buried in the vastness of time and space
from half–conscious fumblings
 cosmic heirlooms accrue
amid the ruins of ancient beings
 arises, painstakingly crafted,
itty–bitty things
 from itty–bitty things