There is an art to assembly
Like Smalls you take inventory
Size up the structure and deliberate
Listenin' to Moms take up a teammate
The possibilities seem endless, but are
Known to be confined none the less
Building bridges to fill the gaps
Between biology and physics
We are always trying to predict what comes next
Theorizing our own origins
Objects under duress
Coerced and threatened, not always acting our best
More than stressed
Our histories intertwined, recursive
Pursuant of the sublime
Creating classes so that we might better define
The configuration of this point in time
Our framework lacking the ability to unite
Constrained by the finite, a sense of being limited
In strength and might, broken on the inside
Was it not Cain's jealousy that ended Abel's life
Letting emotions drive, the mechanisms of bitterness
Unfulfilled lives, bondless and out of sight
Being too complex to replicate
The novelty of individuality, lost on the atomic
Minds unwilling to self-reflect
Always taking the shortest path
Unwilling to combine new lessons with old rhymes
Building fences in a straight line
When waves and arches do just fine
Demanding less resources, still
Standing for the longest time
Strung up and indexed
A representation of our lives
Only increasing in size
Molecular information easily copied
With descriptions left undefined
Skill sets left unquantified
Producing no known value
Muti-steps in every wrong direction
On a loop, stacking up each indiscretion
Universally, unrealistic
Dynamics unnaturally complex
Searching for validation in chemicals
Cast down from heaven, not sent
Selecting my path, impassioned
Morphing and grafting images
Inside my head, using messenger
Thoughts encrypted, to which access was not meant
Targeting objects unmeant
Catalysts in the downfall
Not asked to rebuild the environment
Co-conspirators
Single celled organisms
Copied and uncomplex
Look at US
Wandering the halls of Modern Art
Asking which box we all fit
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