Like a wash of chemicals and neurons and atoms
And all that other sciency stuff,
That 'stuff' that makes up the human body.
We're seventy-five percent water,
Right?
It's all just mixed in rough proportions,
Piled up on top to give me dimension.
I feel for the first time
Like the product of millions of years of
Random events,
All shaping the evolution
That lead to the present-day
Human being.
Not modeled by any divine being or reason or order,
Just a random chain of events.
Myself, specifically, the one in question
Must have snuck through
The defective detector,
Snuck through and escaped, disordered and dismembered,
A mess of chemicals and sawdust, probably,
A mess, no doubt, a mess.
-a.l. knox
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