we live in a culture
nutured by nature
culled by a fate
spawned by a father,
born from a mother,
carrying traits
miracle of genetics
pooled by a heritage
fooled by the fables,
plagued and tormented
by mortality,
seek salvation.
in knowledge or faith
flirt with Sol's
Promethean gift
forestalling Malthusians,
moth-like fly at
the windows of physics
burning our wings
get stuck in the pudding
of a cooling cosmos,
seeking in ashes,
stoke the fires
for burning embers, sparks
and second chances
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