Upon the cosmic calendar, we stand,
A fleeting spark, a grain upon the sand.
The universe unfolds in ancient rhyme,
While humans arrive in the last breath of time.

Our brains, a tapestry of ages sewn,
Primal drums beating deep within the bone;
The reptilian brain whispers, old, cold, and sly,
Of hardwired instincts, even the will can’t defy.

Above, the limbic system weaves its fire,
The mammal’s gift—emotion and desire.
It pulses love, and fear, and memory’s art,
The mammalian echo in the human heart.

Crowning all, the neocortex reigns,
A latticework of reason in our brains.
Here language, music, science, dreams reside,
Where imagination and logic collide.

Yet older urges stir beneath our speech,
Instinct’s shadows flicker, just out of reach.
Deep patterns resurface, impossible to sever,
The primal tides that shape us all forever.

We linger as children, unhurried by fate,
Souls open and waiting at memory’s gate.
Where echoes of longing and old dreams are drawn,
We drink from the wellspring of all who have gone.

From gill-slit embryo to upright form,
We carry the imprint of ages long-worn.
Memories of aquatic dawn, of beasts, and kin,
Each ancestor layered deep within.

So fragile, brief, our moment in the sun—
Yet within us, the cosmos and eons are one.
We are consciousness rising from dust and time,
A spark of the universe, aware and sublime.

We are riddles unfolding in galaxies spun,
A shimmer of wonder where starlight’s begun.
In seeking and loving, in dreaming and strife,
We carve from the darkness the brilliance of life.