
And what if that slug knows more than you
was data-centric,
with a PhD in astronomy,
from a liberal arts college, in Maine.
Was a poet, or an unpublished prose writer.
What if this evolutionary magician played tricks with you, danced, and was funny, and made more friends than you.
What if that slug were kinder than you.
was decent, and humble, and gentler than you.
Offered its joy and its time to you.
And basked in the sun and moonlights.
This slug, this oozing, sliminess who may or may not
know more than you.
Doesn’t even know you exist.
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