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To my ancestors I inquired, into the inner reality

        and in fear, forgetting now what seemed the sole verity.

As Hyperion a monster sired, so shall we,

        yet it was but the sun that came inside me.
In the eye, with repulsion watch creation grow

        unrecognizable as a human embryo.

I ask, "Who am I?" and hear resounding heartbeat with the

ground.                                                                                                                  

        Perhaps I am that Gaia and in punishment of desires

profound has this thing come.

Or has it? Man too has begun to succumb,

so the dangers of his knowledge begun

        thoughts of soon-to-be extinction.

Will not this mind invade,

        rather I shall covet findings, which hauntingly pervade

until unhinged the few remaining fastenings

        with the other world; and in that day's dawning

again man's presence felt

        and the earth as once I'd known it.  

 

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