Human life is out of order
In every sense of the phrase.
It has sequence, in the loosest sense;
Theme doesn't rule over our days.
We aren't separate pieces assembled.
We do not come in a kit,
Nor with an instruction booklet.
We are not, can not be, completed.
We are not as simple as that,
But if you are willing to admit
That you're no more than an Erector set
Mistakenly manufactured of fluid and
flesh,
Then feel free to say you're “taking
the next step,”
But I never want to hear it again.
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