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Boredom of the gods Of what they had become It was not easy to discern It seemed long before The gods had lost control Humans begot so profusely The divine imagination Ran out of new stories That each life could live No individuals Just clones No independent thought Just more of the same Or maybe The gods just got bored With the experiment Blooming Thousand year old journey Year on year Blooming fades As seasons rush by Striking Fleeting Undefinable beauty That leaves its legacy Bursting free The search for Life In the universe Seeks water The sea the soup Whence we crawled Onto land They must go there again To find new freedom from fear Knowledge buried deep In collective unconsciousness Bursting unwillingly free Emerging from water Where for nine months they had grown The shadow wound of the womb The shock of being cast into the air