Perhaps I am a small butterfly
Perhaps I am some rare plant
Perhaps I am fungus
growing where noone has looked before.
I have lived my life
, nameless, aloof, protected
because man cannot master that which he cannot name
passed by, one like the other, until the moment of judgment
I was discovered by scientists, what will they call me?
Will it be a name
the ones who found
Will it be a name to match my kin
Will it be the name of the place
where I live?
Only one thing is certain
: I will be named
, and my beauty and innocence
will be taken and nailed
to the pages of a thousand biology journals
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