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03/25/10 - (3)
Primordial
These days of the healing arts' chemical and technological miracles, We live so long past our useful primes, achieve such innocuousness, Take up so much empty space, occupy such wasted time,
We don't even realize how quid-pro-quo, fungible, expendable we are. We grow so pathetically old, so grotesquely primordial, That we're troglodytes, stegosaurs, trilobites, amebas, quarks.
In this completely compromised, senescent time warp of ours, This inordinately protracted dereliction leading to death's threshold, We die and we die and we die and we die and we die.
03/25/10 - (3)
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