A Box in a Box in a Box

There needs to be a box.
Label the box.
Box the box.
Box the box you boxed.
That thing, and that other thing, all in boxes in boxes.

The creature lives and breaths.
Its own and unique in every way.
So many different parts.
So far past a simple word.

Taxonomy.
That’s what it’s gotta be,
To understand what they see.
There’s nothing wrong with it, but actually
nuance is reality.

Say a person!
They’re born.
Every day, every hour,
They grow a bit more.
Swirling around in pink squishy meat,
Are the constantly amounting thoughts, of all.
Every nuance there, whether it is or not seen.

Look at them. Stuff them in a box.
Category of every-
thing they say.
Keep ‘em locked
in your image of them.

There’s an opinion!
A stance, an anchor!
Standing on its own,
A flipside’s not needed.

They make an opinion.
Cause an opinion fits into the box
Of a broader opinion.
It must oppose.
Because they can’t think to depose,
the need to stream line
anything and everything.
To put it
inside a box
inside a box
inside a box.