PRIMORDIAL SOUP
Somewhere in the waters glows.
The spark that set all life to grow.
A lighting bolt.
A chemist's jolt.
A saber held by Thor or host.
We all choose our lonely ghost.
What holds us in the darkest night?
That keeps us blind to their plight.
The road we have taken the lighted way.
Holds us apart and them at bay.
And yet we search for clues to gain.
The path through darkness once we came.