I was created from the remnants of her lover. Here, these microscopes give me away in a tiny calling out of what two people already knew, the view of my cells like a copy of her insight. The outer cell walls hiding miniature scribbles "sgs", "sgs", "sgs" The organelles buzzing in a furious pattern known only to the past and her trembling thoughts. The nuclei, visions of the singularity, have shown themselves as bits, copies of her memories. Even this dna, extracted as I sit in smiling silence, shows the truth. The strands unwrap and spin in her magnificence, each code whipping into perfect array to reveal Her poems. On command the strands dance into and out of comprehension in a dual role of function and supreme wisdom. I contain the instructions for her eternal words, yet I am a product of them. Each poem she writes sends that strand she formed into a brilliant spin, a future coming past, a shadow sending light, a body bending back. The scientists shriek back and look at me this smiling black wonder. my soul, copyrighted Supreme by the Goddess Star.