Undefined

We define things born outside of the grasp of

    language, so they can be forced into boxes.

Victims of our compulsion,

Labeled, organized, categorized. Separated.

Potential cut off at the edges, lest they be put in 

    another box, 

    a new box, 

    appropriately defined but never adequate.

It must make us feel safer to think that we have

    a handle on the wild things.

The things without border and lacking in name.

We delude ourselves for the sake of comfort,

    occasional converstation.