Thursday, September 3, 2015

Hungry to Philosophize, or Kill

Sometimes an ancient
disembodied sentience,
floating randomly at leisure

over eons, finds it
pleasurable to supplant
whatever vegetable impulse

rules a plant, and enter it
to grant it something very
like self-understanding.

Countermanding biological
conventions lends most
sentiences a big fat thrill.

Some flowers thus wake up
and find they’re hungry
to philosophize, or kill.


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