Who are we to judge those to come before us?
A wilder wisdom,
Though we've grown.
With each advancement,
Less is known.
Never breathe to inhale,
Inhale to have life stolen,
If only for a moment.
For these are how to measure the years.
Not for what we've discovered.
Not for how far we've come.
For each time we find material,
Another wisdom dies.
Those these eyes can't recognize
All to come before,
We find that we materialize
All that we stand for.
A head above water will surely drown
A star from the heavens;
A meteor comes down.
Every shining, invented light
From every single town,
Falls upon the sticks and stones
To curse what we have found.
Don't let us rejoice at each newly found;
Let us find each other.
Let us sleep just one more night
In only silent sound.
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