Glace is the kind of guy who takes the freeway
if it flows in the direction he is going.

The roads and the boulevards suffice quite lovely
leading him to the edge of the hill.

Then climbing along the main path when it leads directly upwards,
he prefers taking the shortcuts when it switches back,
and the narrow trails through the grass if they’ll get him there faster.

Though when Glace’s footsteps endanger a pack of snails
sucking minerals out of insects trapped in the muddy trail,
he would rather spare their lives to blow his mind cognizing their being,
breaking only to skip straight back up the hill-

and laughing all the way
like a school girl.