the unifying narrative

[fledgist]

formed out of nothing thoughts move with grace
from flash to finish gleaming on the page
we can't map out each intervening stage
our minds contain within them infinite space
bound in such a tight shell held closely in place
by need to furnish with each clear image
its proper caption and though you earn no wage
each one's a certain winner in the human race
the stories that we tell come from somewhere
deep in the past distant in space and time
but closer than a touch upon the skin
each one contains a bit of hope or fear
originating in some slick primæval slime
and in their grip all people remain kin