Once we invented
Things to cope with
That which we could not face
Now we invent
Things to face
That which we cannot cope
Analogy was our downfall
Because in comparison
We came to be
Categorization gave us no comfort
Because we are not changed
Due to discovery of genus or genome
Upon this rock we sit
Circling a burning star
Seeking comfort from naming things
To which names do not stick
Gene G. McLaughlin 2013
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