to be perfect- without fail
and flawless- without fault

so the "shaping" starts

to be under pressure
and
bent backwards by error

squeezed in a box

by the creation
of
your own two hands

cut up and bound

as we shave off our skin
to fit the box
we are told, we belong in

but humans don't fit in boxes

so all that remains
of the shaved up human
(trying desperately to fit in a box)

is nothing- but blood and flesh
is all things- but whole