On the mat

The wag end of a dog,

flick of a tail

pointing to instinct

and pleasure

expressed by the planet

through years of evolution

in one brief wave


so much of what I do

the same involuntary movement


except the planet can see it

when I do


having evolved these inner eyes

I choose to open


volition more ancient than me

wagging my tail.

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