confusion illusion.

Does our body know more
about reproduction than we think
Is conception mapped out
From mind and blood,
Collecting where needed
tiny keys of survival
Taken from the source itself
Through our blood
How does a cell split
Separate accumulate and associate
Upon having ingredients
To master life
Genes' like miracles
Working vigorously behind
sight
Astronomical advent's making
History binding cell after cell
Like weaving webs of material
Bringing forth much light
Are souls the keyhole
To the unknowing door
Bodies energy source within
Living matter
Without such light
An empty scientific reason
A shell or shapeless heartbeat
Or non
Light lit the sun
Evaporation non existent
Irruption complacent
A soul a soul
The key to the light
After the birth
destroyed the night
Just floating matter without
A living right.