He was young.
He was blind.
The eyes on the top of his head
rather decorated but guided him.
He sent and received
mysterious messages
encoded in sound
to feel the rocks, the seaweed
the females and the fish he rarely discovered.

The mysterious beings
scrounged his home
and thrusted greater entropy.
Vulgar sounds polluted his village
and dispersed his own kind.

Deus vult that he is to live,
but the plan is now to die
In the Yangtze river for a while.
_____________________________Baiji, Theory of Evolution

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