We are the latest generation, the latest bead
to slide off the broken string of the ages, one seed.
This our chronology is all the laud we can muster
for our share of the human diaspora, a diaphanous cluster
of souls.
We have no lord; we have fashioned instead
The graven images of our own selves, unsatisfied
With our own deity, we can not settle on a
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