science is perfect alone
amid the dwellers
and the seekers
who try to frolic in its sandbox
it pushes and pulls
with pulleys and scalpels
prodding and weighing
the choices made centuries ago
hidden behind the text
of factual factoids
about Venus or neurotransmitters
is a sleepy sewagey soul
that desires warmth in the storm
created by itself
and by the due dates
of other hiders and seekers
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