Primordial Soup Poem by Simone Harriman
Primordial Soup
I've come a long way after the 'Big Bang'
I am more so incredibly complex.
Crawling out from bland primordial soup,
I'm tree swinging in green leafed canopies.
Hanging off stark, lofty, rocky ledges;
Swiftly projected and ejected
In many multi-layered dimensions.
I wake from a sedation holiday
On a boat reeling in a fighting fish.
In a coinciding reality,
An adjacent plane to this existence
I am straying confused in a minefield.
Feeling weird sensations of explosions
I'm drawn from warm amniotic fluid;
Ejected into physical matter.
I know emotion, manipulation
With purpose, angelic and devilish
Exist with self-made glories and terrors
I am now a street-wise dog in China
Enjoying warmth of sun and good karma
Cunningly captured marking the Great Wall
My muzzle tightly strapped; I'm boiled alive
I burn awake drowsy from propofol
A stern nurse is asking me to be still
I have no rod in hands; the fish is gone
In death, I rise to merge with all that is
My soul's dendrites walk me towards the light
Toward my superior consciousness
I've come a long way after the Big Bang
A long way from bland primordial soup
Propofol, marketed as Diprivan among others, is a short-acting medication that results in a decreased level of consciousness and lack of memory for events....golly, gee, where can i get some of that? ! Actually, i think someone has been slipping it into MY SOUP! ! or maybe i'm just aging? I rise to merge with all that is _______? My first primordial soup WAS amniotic fluid, I THINK. BRI :) to MyPoemList, for future use? in a drug-themed showcase? ? ?
That poor street-wise dog wasn't so wise after all and all your essences got dumped back into the primordial soup of propofol. I fear I must go google dendrites- it sounds familiar- yup, I've been helping my granddaughter study for tests in the medical field and I thought I'd heard of it before- -Dendrites are projections of a neuron (nerve cell) that receive signals (information) from other neurons. This old dog knows new tricks unlike the dog who peed on the wall! ! ! ! 10+++++++
In death, I rise to merge with all that is My soul's dendrites walk me towards the light Toward my superior consciousness I've come a long way after the Big Bang A long way from bland primordial soup...........touching and impressive expression with nice theme. It is a beautiful poem on existence and perception. Thanks for sharing.
In our propofol induced reality we are in our universes of unreality. An imaginative write.+++10
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I would like to translate this poem
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4/28/2024 8:02:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A very imaginative write of being alive in a some times not so wonderful universe? Well written Simone