Had you gazed at your own, scaly image
And recognized yourself in that dark pool
You might have inaugurated an age
In which others submitted to your rule
Consciousness seems present in all life forms
However crude or shallow in some minds;
Awareness of awareness breaks these norms
And spawns thoughts of radically new kinds
You and your ancient brethren could give signs
By means of grunts or cries or roars mighty
But symbols live between these simple lines
And form languages, crude as they might be
Had you learned to tell your own, strange story
It could have preserved your fleeting glory
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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