The genius impacts minds
because that is what geniuses do.
Thoughts become questions
which may never be answered,
at least not to the logic of
the interrogator.
A genius lives in my town.
I visited him once and we talked.
I could see an internal smile, but
the external one wasn't there.
When I left, he gave me a snail,
and told me to think about it.
That was a year ago.
The snail is dead, but I keep
the shell.
Somehow, there is a lesson there
but, not being a genius,
I don't know what it is.
I think it has something
to do with a bag.