March 25th 2025

Now here is a scene.
A tableau of life
Such as it first began.
In small pools,
Bubbling and voracious -
A thin film of gunk 
Cutting the babes off from the ether. 

It was somewhere like this,
In a domain of instant response.
The only principle was reaction. 

And though there is no light 
That can penetrate these depths,
No soft radiance,
The surface feeding carries it's own light:
The luminous struggle
And thousand ripples of the pond
The creatures will never see.