Perhaps it’s no elation that
we are all supposed to be

snowflakes.

Maybe (more coldly)
we are only

permutations

of the same code of parts
{

noses ( wide || pointy );

toes ( long || stubby );

hair ( soft || scratchy );

hearts ( lacking );

holes in hearts ( here,

here,

of larger or lesser sizes

from collisions

with other combinations

the equation spat out

or brewed within );

};

At least this way
it’s not so felt
when a snowflake melts.