This Clay

For four billion years
the Sun spins dark into day
The absorbed light
grows life in this clay.

From primordial soup
to conscious mind
Searching, conquering
all it can find.

Of great aptitude
of noble fate
Empowered by choice
enslaved by date.

To war and folly
or embrace the dove?
For fleeting glory
or eternal love?

The stage is ready
the show must go on!
Get ready the actors
prepare the line.


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