Why Mutant Creatures Tend to Thoughtfulness

Living with a set of limbs or mind or spine
or point-of-view which by the measure
of most other beings is askew first seems
to doom the mutant creature to a labyrinth
of aberrance: every day a Pilgrim’s Progress

through innumerable turns and twists of bodily
betrayal – persisting like unfathomable
sins it hadn’t known it had committed –
of a size and strangeness so intransigent
they can’t not manifest again, again, again:

until one day it spends itself – and in a blink,
the mutant creature finds that it can think.
And thinking makes the Universe crack open
like an ostrich egg into a flood of cosmic yolk.
The mutant creature gets the joke.






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