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I am miniscule, an ort, a flea,
A microscopic nothing made too
Modest for the cosmic eye to see,
To watch, to know, misbegotten through
Conjugations of some higher form?
Accidental axons rejoice;
Comprehending that there be no norm,
Chaos seeks to raise its strident voice!
Creation's din louder purpose speaks,
"Made to be! Made to do! Made for Him!"...
Except for the anomalous freaks
Designed without, evolved by a whim!

--H. Arlequin   


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