Two eyes – all standard fixings
A healthy number of chromosomes
No known chemical imbalances
But I was created full of lack
In the imperfect image
of an imperfect creator
Spiting the harmony of the cosmos
with an absurd lump of carbon,
hydrogen, and oxygen
Propped up on average feet
I commit to normalcy
and achieve nothing laudably
going nowhere brilliantly
I succeed in my limit situation
I was created for a single station
and I guard my position with bemusement
Puzzling over implicit simplicities
I crouch near the warm spring of
elation
Take gulps in manifold and shrug
Back to work
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