Embryonic Cognition

I picked up my pen a few evenings ago, planning to take a few notes for upcoming posts. The following poem spilled onto the page, instead:

Embryonic Cognition

And so the twists tighten

Embracing us in the grip

Of convergence

Spinning helplessly

Towards emergence

A burgeoning mind

Of the societal body

Do we think?

Do we know?

Or do we cry out

Like helpless children

Echoing a lonely fear

A collective infant voice

Rising from the clamor

"Am I the only one?"

But does the mother listen?

KLF (9/11/2006)