Petri Dish Reflections

Staring back up the funnel
refractions from my backlit reality
bounce off the cylinder walls
lighting up the microscopic eye
studying my every movement

How curious
this microcosm
mirroring another microcosm of sorts
one's "I" reflecting off the "eye"
about to become
 
Particles of atom within atom
having reached across the universe
encapsulating energy's foremost power
preparing what could be
sentient beings last hurrah

The about-to-be existence of me
now but a dot cocooned
between glass on glass
might be the beginning of
tomorrow's global survival
a designer population
comprised of more neurons
than there are stars in the known universe
undulating under micro-spotlights
readying the power
to birth a breed of self
by itself

Progress

But oh how loveless
future's impersonal incubation
a passionless artificial womb
carrying me
delivering me
as a motherless child

I peer back up at the eye
it continues to study me
I wonder
is that the eye of a real father
a real mother?