Analogies Surrender

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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