Two billion and one hundred million years
ago first complex life (or not), and then...
hundreds of millions of years until
a second chance, random. No direction
in evolution, barely in cosmos except
towards entropy. One missed chance
and we wouldn't be here, rueing our
own missed chances, just simpler kind
of eukaryotes across oceans, and land
barren, like the mind of a fascist thug
burning a library in Liverpool.
05.08.2024
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