You say primordial like it was a long time ago,
but look around, see the ooze from the same
old sores seeping through the bandages of time.
Of universe you birthed forth, blind at first,
then you thought you could see, with eyes
no less, your ears and nose full of dark matter,
and through every pore of your skin comes
and goes all the bugs of a family fortune,
a species come true, true to life.
But you are not true to type or form.
You mix and mingle and wander,
one day fins, the next, feathers,
anything to get ahead, until one day,
you fall in love with another just
like you. Well, almost.