The Continuator

There’s no such thing as a continuator, Or that is what we must assume freely, To think as relational people, proper, To function today as contributors truly. We have a continuator if suicidal thoughts, Encompass and claim to wreck our posture; Someone to fall back on to ignite and cox, Someone to give us our usual composure. But that is exceptional and mustn’t exist, Our saviours mustn’t exist in the assumptions, Of our relationships, steadfast or even a cyst: Our correlations must take our idempotent ions. We are all autonomous people, whole beings, Able to legislate our own freedom and our pen, And so if you leave us looking with hangings, For an unlocatable god, then just stay in the den!