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Carefully, I stitch together
bone and sinew, muscle
and nerve. Cover with skin.
Gentle electrical stimulation—
more of a massage, really,
galvanic impulses
dialed down.
My predecessors,
being men,
were far too rough.
What is called for here
is patience and pain
on the part
of the scientist.
What they didn’t understand,
what they could never have understood,
being barren,
is that this road requires a toll, a tip
to the ferryman.
No life is created in a vacuum.
Re: Thermodynamics, First Law:
The energy must come
from somewhere.
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