I put together in a factory
My waste is premeditated
And my behavior is predictable
But the material from which I am made is not as predictable
I find myself out of alignment
... out of alignment
drifting further from the safe place
I see the structure beneath the chaos
The world I live in was constructed
If world can be constructed
Why not make my own
I find myself OFF/out
Out of alignment
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