Once we were a mere possibility,
life could have taken another path,
in our place put a different variation
on the theme of being human -
or none at all.
Now we are here, have been
for long years, growing short.
Soon we will be gone, like
all those nameless, faceless
generations gone before
and lost in time and the Earth.
Soon there will be dust
instead of these feverish
thoughts, this tiring flesh.
Yet, until then, let's explore
still what it means to be
a human, lone intelligence
wondering the cosmos.
10.09.2024
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