What slips?

What if the cyclical nature of singularity made it so you reincarnated… / As Mother Nature’s birth rush / Her first touch / With any conscious state? / There. Wake up and adjust / To the dawn of days / Wait, what’s self-trust when there’s not much / Beyond particles and waves? / Well, fuck. I’spose what’s up is / “I’m not bad, I was just drawn that way” / Aw who am I trying to play? / I was born this way / Torn from fray / Formed for the trade / Throw me a scornful haze? / I’ll baptize your mom in my warm DNA / War-torn morals / Some shit’s as resilient as it is grey / For realio though, honest when I speculate / On the first conscious wave / We might still be on the reverberating vector / As in stones-to-a-pond / Bang a gong kinda shit / Unwind our material bits / And it’s the rippling sonic shift / From the first conscious qualia to exist / What if?