-Endosymbiosis for 5 Voices and a Chorus of Protoctista- [a hopeful student's insomniacal homage to Lawrence U.] Voice 1: What sense borne of those murky abodes? Voice 2: Body inside body- Voice 3: A fire in you! Voice 1: We are attached, and becoming- Voice 2: Organelles of an other- Chorus: Innocently they spoke and encroached, weaving blindly upon- [Pause] Voice 4: Those eons of exchange- Voice 1: Only sensing- Voice 4: Membrane imperatives- [Pause] Voice 4: how grew mechanical limbs- Voice 3: what knew in yearning fashioned- Voice 2: Discretely sensing- Voice 1: How can it unfold so precisely? Voice 2: A source of breath in flesh Voice 4: that trance of warmth where we join- Voice 3: those who were never named and died in building- Voice 4: such pure shadows- Voice 1: To learn what it is to be. Voice 2: Flexible lenses, material fluidities- Voice 4: where followings left their traces Voice 2: In those dim kingdoms Voice 4: Ah, Joy was born! Voice 1: Chemistry of awakening! Voice 5: And from that utter gloom, subfusc and enchant- Voice 3: The great polishing had begun- Voice 4: How grand that locomotion of day! Voice 3: How terrible.. Voice 4: How lucid its limbs-- Voice 5: Meager its means- Voice 4: streaming forth to precede all that remembers-- Voice 1: Each order, in its turn arriving, awakening, moving and restoring an alien language- Voice 4: Adaptation to its burden- Voice 5: membrane imperatives loaded again under ever more complex directions- Voice 3: We cannot forget- Voice 4: This is our knot- Voice1: Knotting- Voice 2: Our shape is finished- Voice 5: Never Finished- Chorus: Under primordia's curse went song after song chasing blackness under unknown dawns.. [Pause] Voice 1: Primordia! Voice 2: Primordia! Voice 4: Primordia! Voice 1: Monstrous system, how to address you! [Pause] Voice 1: Shells! Voice 2: Claws! Voice 3: Wings! Voice 4: Screaming into song! Voice 2: What wonders! Voice 1: Let us beware! Voice 5: Floating, suspended, eternally adrift.. Voice 1: what to become? Voice 3: Becoming! Voice 1: Becoming! Voice 2: The dirt is mad! Voice 3: The mountains are soldiers-wives-graves-lives! Voice 5: such crooked paths, those lost places- Chorus: There can be no explanation. It is all carried along so lightly- [Pause] Voice 5: Its all awake- Voice 1: there is a turning- [Pause] Voice 1: New darknesses breed Voice 5: those eons of exchange- Voice 4: Upon a base of things Voice 2: unnamed but identified Voice 5: unending phusis, inexorable juggernaut of space.. Chorus: It is swelling. There it is growing still...
