We are 65% water 16% straight fat
19% Other and those are straight facts
There is no measurement for ideals
No measurement for compassion
No way to stitch inside us our likes our passions
No way to tell our favorites from the dark matter
living inside our skulls. Hidden away to be kept safe
If we only idolize what we can see
and we can’t surmise our beliefs from our beating hearts
does it exist, or even matter? In this era of mechanical love
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– Till next time!