I think the gingerly first step
From phosphorus to plant
Was just as mighty as the leap
From the grass to the animals
That eat it having developed
A soul perfect for its locale
But do you recall the moment
You woke aware of yourself
As your own species never before
Seen on the earth in this
Particular configuration
That heady first taste of freedom
The phosphorus in your mouth
That set you burning to be you
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