Yourself, Yolk

Photo by Pulpolux
Photo by Pulpolux

Yourself—yolk.
Curved spine, chest-crossed arms, bare soles, curled legs—
albumen and calcareous shell.

Stiller than embryo chick sub-hen,
wait, alone. Close eyes. Render world hush.

As chick, egg-held, comes chisel-equipped;
tadpole, toothed;  dancing mind will unfurl—
polliwog from slow gel.

What emerges we know for frog, fowl.

Your yolk yields idiocy, genius,
your own green glistening Athenas.

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