Fickle fractions forget:
The reliability of a given factor
Is a testament to stone and arbitrary

Spearheads are made of the same stuff
As doorknobs
And neither chose fate
Or free will

We thinking machines are thus,
Steel or iron or brass
All our glass will chatter and shatter
According to the laws that cannot even
Govern the weather

And yet!

And yet!

And yet!
Love's ungloved hand
Shaking and sweating and sweet

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