A Handy Crustacean

by Michael D Nalley   Mar 13, 2015


A crustacean caressed the seafloor to
see how it could adapt. The evolution
of feeling was random without purpose,
predestined, in hindsight, to form five
senses to escape the depth of an ocean
void of emotion.

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