We were
born to conceive
of one day being reborn
to conceive of outer lightness
beyond our firmly defined darkness
we set to wondering beyond this shell
within mom’s gift, we start the hard task
we weaponize our beaks and begin seeking
in curving warmth, we craft chilling cracks
the universe is what we know to imagine
we curse our shell for what we may
have missed, before a first crack
gave birth to the next one
recycling marvel