poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

Awkward Creature
What a curiously awkward creature I am! So precariously balanced atop long spindly extremities. So delightfully waterproof, hermetically sealed yet open to the world! So comfortably housed in my weak and frail shell of bones tendons, membranes and soft tissues, carefully constructed with little pieces that interlock and fit together just so! So fragile and yet resilient! Crush me, break me, rip me open and my fluids may leak from me but somehow I will manage to hold on, ever so tightly to this life thing, to my precious motors and sensors. What a terribly odd creature I am that can make so much out of so little! Cast adrift by the stormy seas of sorrows smashed against the rocks of hope and left stranded on the shores of uncertainty with little but a blind and naive faith. And still I manage to protect this viewpoint this stake in the universe this little piece of awakedness this mind that I so fiercely hold on to that clothes me and contains me. How in the world is it that I've come so to be??
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