How he does cherish the thought that man, risen so majestically from a single cell in the primordial ooze, is the spearhead of evolution and therefore the only god that his universe knows! Must he renounce all this to save himself? (Twelve Steps and Twelve Traditions, Alcoholics Anonymous, p. 25)

Primordial ooze never wriggled into
my cherished thoughts, but other,
less dramatic, less primeval goo —
like cookie dough, ice cream,
cream cheese frosting – sure has.
Sometimes stupid things play god,
demand respect as manifest destiny,
convince us we “deserve” them
when they’re false gods, wanting only
to bring us down, make us less that planned,
less than possible with a real God
greater than goo, primordial or
confectionary. The universe knows
we can’t save ourselves through ooze.