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Thus ends…

Thus ends the age of exploration
Now Rules of Grammar and stuffy constants constrain
Fixed and steady, RIGID and arbitrary
While whipped on a whippet of wind,
Deserted, rejected, injected and binned,
Age turns the skin inside out
And indoors retreated, energy sapped by drought,
Deflated, negated,
A simple progression fated comes about,
This mortal poison combines,
A mutual perversion politely arrives

But hey,

Was there ever another way?
Was there another road cut into the mountain?
We are mostly space
But quantum freedom is not our own to chase

Gullible gilled and designed for speed,
Gaffed distilled for the life we need…

Arched around the margins,
Angled in the main,
Moving through the darkness
Echoing the same.

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