I see you wriggling, young god
Underground, seeking fungus
For some sort of assistance.
You want to announce yourself
Anointed among the plebes,
Elect among the normal
Run of stunted human things.
There were ponds before there were
Beavers. There were apes before
Any had cultures, but now
You are what evolved in you
And your kind to build their own.
You exist because beavers
Dammed you. Is that not true, Yu?
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