Umbilical cord…
A probe from outer space that
Spawns their progeny;
And now we are here
Inch by inch owning the Earth
Through alienation;
Here we thrive so fast
She’s unable to catch up
With the perky guests;
The aura of man
And telluric harmony
Seems light years apart;
It’s not absolute,
The free will we’re endowed with
We’re missing some points;
Our acts are random
And how do we fare thus far,
Over the rest of Creation?
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