What is heredity but centuries
  of births, deaths, journeys,
  weddings, wars, surprises
  and griefs?
                   History becomes
  no more than outdated updates
  of dateless orbits of the earth.
In time these turn irrelevant
  or vague as honors and as vain.
Outliving Eden and its myths,
  we find in space what
  saves us.
                  Since breath has
  no birthdays, I say that Genesis
  begins all over every time
  we breathe.           
                    Each time I face
  a mirror, I’m looking at Adam.