We are mundane and biological.
We are gross and physical.
We are erratic and chemical.
We are beauty in math/s from minima-bound graphs.
We are dull and prosidical, sharper mit flaws a'full.
Cores of a corps, in course of a gull,
Not crows but stroll in a droll sort of form.
Encircle no pleading and suffuse your meaning to make plain your greeting: unfanciful fleeting as when now we live.
Concern yet afford to fear none aboard nor differ them shored. Let thus be adored!
And when we are not: let strain have forgot, rage unfair not wrought, and druthers yet taught.
Your pain and your rage and your fear and your shame,
your worries, woes, injury, illnesses plain:
Feel and let fall, befell any pall
by knowing or awe. (Be who Young!You sought.)
Your choices are yours of what will come forth.
(Now wait for commenters' witty retort!)
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