You're the actor on the stage,
You're the beacon of your age,
The lone canary, singing wild:
Natures summum bonum child.
You're the journey, you're the mage,
You're the peace that war can't wage,
You're the telescoping strand
Dropped from space, to grow a man.
You're the future, bending back;
The fullness, never knew the lack,
Your cells repeating, endlessly
For the cost of life is free.
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