Beauty tokens

My birth had happened too quickly as though it needed to happen .Experience then sat on my brow. I remember the first cataclysm when it had fortuitously happened in the green sea of nothingness and there were no words.

There was all-around green fluid .My breathing was slow and rhythmic .My reaching out was tentative.Now again it is spasmodic and I want to reach out, my palms cupped in clumsy supplication.

I did not ask to be born as mere chemical experiment.

I do not want now to cease to exist merely as another cosmic event leaving a trail of fluorescent words.

Tell me quickly what I shall do with the luminous astral pieces I have been garnering all these days.