Floating there in front of the nostril!
Matters not whether a girl or a son
Lucky intervention or preordained will
Millennia of accidents lead to the formulation of the molecule
Able to re-create such a complex being
The beating begins long before the initial breath inhaled
Yet the essence of life is not ringing
Self serving actions brought with forethought
Developed only after years responding to reflex
Charges across the synaptic spaces so taut
That decisions are unrecognized and complex
From the already entwined DNA strands
Atoms tied together with packets of energy
To a being of lungs, feet, heart and hands
Ultimately defined by a birthing synergy
What do we call this intangible gasp?
Why do we need one for life?
And when no more over our lips it will pass
To float with the others at the end of our strife
Questioning if there is a soul?
Then surely this it must be
A whisper filling a molecular hole
Exhaled to rejoin the ethereal sea!
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