the snail that slides
across beveled glass
never suspected
the other
the object
of its gaze
was a reflection
instead it reflects
that the splendid
simulacrum
is a better snail
a luckier one
that dwells
in an alternate
world
of such sinister
sense
that each being
there
dines on tasty leaves
brandishes brave
shell of pink coral
and slogs
on sweet slime
that shines
silver
as it smooths
the roughest
road