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Untitled [poem]

Many generations ago
when we were already old our philosophy reached a sublime peak
We conjectured a life of weightless leisure of easy companionship of unbounded creativity of abundant and effortless foods of indefinite and refined contemplation
We applied our minds our energies our technologies and it came to pass
Now we live in a state of sustained bliss
From time to time as the epochs tumble by - and as we had foreseen - calamities befall us
From time to time we are starved or slain
Our tears are as valuable as the heavy metals made by dying stars and will last as long
This truth propels our play our songs our love our dreams
We dream that you will one day join us
A great welcome awaits

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