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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required wondrous stuff is happening awash within a silent bay a cell appears, divides and life reflected in its mother home, a tender hydra will eschew its rest and for a moment infant man will stand in awe a billion years beyond how many oceans, galaxies away would/could replicate or yet enhance the theme? what shapes a final product sniveling in its own completeness? and where is that impatient mind that will not ponder limits to a diadem? what even pushes us to question what we cannot know? Is life the ultimate creation-- for we bear within, an innate prejudice and then the path of danger when without is unapproached. what is it to advance? Is there desire to force our own mutation? or will we lie fallow letting change progress, rising with the wind to follow joy? ignoring metamorphosis beyond? the choice is entropy. forsight will always shine upon a new division where it lurks beyond a footprint. one obstreperous fork to madden every zealous heart and closeup looks reveal infinity within/without while chaos is the cause for celebration. who or what may limit man's imagining? and who will portion out the better from the best? it is an awesome choice and history seduces with its virtue and its folly. but we are history as well, etching our wisdom in encapsulated time, ignoring deadlines' visionless decrees. and where but from within will stir that motivating force that most of us call god? ~
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