Hermaphrodites Spiralling on the Catwalk of the Ocean Floor

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The sacoglassin sea slug settles by

The spiral of its eggs, a slime of pearls.

Slug purposes aim not to beautify.

S(h)e doesn’t work for Galliano swirls

Dior might foist upon French ladies’ eyes.

S(h)e doesn’t want the French to eat those those eggs.

S(h)e doesn’t think of deep space spiral skies

Of galaxies with spiral arms and legs.

S(h)e only lays those offspring in their jewels

Spun round in whirls more beautiful than haute

Couture on skin-deep calves that swish the rules

Of fashion as the models almost float.

  S(h)e wants eggs’ parcelled DNA to swing

    To lovely living, taking seaborne wings.