Figuratively, ask me what

Why crafts literal pottery
with two untrue hands
spinning lathering blathering
until our sides almost split
so thin.

Did you decide?
Bricks replaced neurons
in the mental model of mind
and each red box
commits to falling apart.

When you said irreplaceable
had you heard of drip drip drip?
I believe in lost.

When opposition determines function
we are cursed
we are found.