It was more the fact of me than my work,
I think, that caught their attention.
They came expecting art, not to find the artist.
I appeared at first an acceptable guide, until I started talking:
Explaining the premise of the show,
The collaborations between intelligence human and non,
And offering a few baffling metaphysical concepts.
I asked startling questions, though it appeared
That to these young people any questions were so,
As I sensed they came from a school
That encouraged smiling silence, not vocal curiosity.
The young women looked interested; the young men appalled,
Both understandably so.
For the first, I could be a glimpse of an alternative future;
The latter might find me a definite threat,
As I proudly stalked unafraid through the halls.
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