Maybe we can still remember
the closed-in darkness
long ago
before we had eyes,
and maybe we can remember
the sensation of
the jolting waters,
thick with calcite
and aluminum dust,
the shallow ocean clicking
against our keratin bodies,
the dull, brainless consciousness
softened into us,
our lives dark and endless
among the lacy mats of algae,
days and months and years
wrapped into a felted ocean
which was, to us, everything.