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A Cautionary Tale

Great is the battle, small the victory when much that we had is lost to mankind - in this war of worlds its great casualty is the fallen consciousness in our mind. From arrowhead to smart bomb’s grisly death, Galileo to Hubble looking glass or wheel to Apollo and Mars far breadth - methinks in time it will all come to pass. Primeval footprint, genetic blueprint, sandstone, limestone, under canyons of steel - gone are the Aztecs and Maya extinct, and there’s a cautionary tale so real. Civilisations that don’t change or act fall a ruin, a remnant, an artifact. Written: August 2004

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