michael hanthala

Rookie [hanthala]

Epigone

Each of us at this juncture inside this holographic dream then and now
One by one from the beginning of pond scum, panspermia and far beyond
Alone here by a path self-made by every step trod
Walk in darkness, tell me what you see?

We tip-toe upon the shoulders of giants
Just another insignificant flea
Gazing over the mysterious panorama
What now do you believe?

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