Oozed


We
oozed
out of
this place.
A placed
formed by
dust,
rock and
gravity.
Born
we
were into
the
infinite
void,
opened our
eyes and here
we are.
How strange.
Now what?
Civilization
as it is,
hasn’t a clue.
The
horizon ahead
is
fuzzy,
unclear.
Change
now
careening ahead,
breakneck
speed,
only speeding up.
What’s next?
Uncertainty.
Gaia,
the global
brain
being built.
All around,
it permeates.
Like
never before.
Get ready for
light
speed.

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