The sand slowly falls from bulb to bulb.
Lights dwindle and shake, and burst and fail.
The earth grows hotter, and the oceans boil.
Our heroes stumble, and perish, are buried and forgot.
Inventions are built, and wonders are wrought.
Beings made only of words are written.
Questions are asked, and answers are hidden.
Ships sail on through the inky infinite.
Lives are spent freely and children are born.
Masters speak of other worlds and selves, their kinship to our own undeniable.
Baking thousand hour days, and freezing nights of equal length.
Squelching creatures, mouldering in the dark. Waiting for their time to rise.
Strangers that walk in honesty, come to change new places.
And a new order. For a changed home.
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