Form, function, function, form
Where is calm, and the storm
Where is nature, or perverse
What is culture, what's a curse
It seems we lack nature within
Its there that lies Eve's first sin
Every change is our perversion
It's an advantage, our coercion

Function, form, form, function
If we are free, we've a junction
But deathly influence is strong
Perverting natures right, wrong
Changing things that should be
Clouding purpose that we see
Though even time's a deviation
From the past's pure creation

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