IMUNURI prompt: Ooze

An ongoing series of earth-related prompts as part of an Imunuri experiment to dwell repeatedly on a theme and its riffs, and/or the possible poetry challenge, bit by bit, of producing an epic or body of poems...

Slime, muck, primordial goo. Our eldest ancestors might have arisen from the muck. What poems make you "oo" from the ooze? What do the tiny single and multicellular life forms have to say/hum/oog? Are there poetic forms incipient in primordial goo? Take 5 minutes, lay on the earth, and backcast along your DNA to earlier days of goo vats of slime (or stick your hand in the mud). What wriggles up to be articulated?

Keywords: ooze, poem, poet's-moniker