The versatile stereotypy

I can't help but wonder every time I'm in a crowd, How many faces?? How many voices?? How is that possible. It gives me chills. It's simple to just look. But stop and take a look. Woww!

Stereotypic stacking of atoms, coiled dances

through Monroe’s laces, Mendel’s peas

to million other faces.

Is there an optimal?

Colloquially, a perfect girl!

(Or a boy) How to know?? The stupid atom

makes mistakes every time from Adam,

without mistaking, to next door John

and his son.

Author's Note

I just can't stop with this one. This is vast. And I'm hoping to update this with parallel poems, with same title but different context. Hope you guys like it:)

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[icelandicblue]

Genetics and atoms move in expected patterns and then they don't.