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| jo'b |
Circling the sun, endlessly spinning
in infinite night, searching for others,
others like us, like us but better,
searching for life more advanced,
wiser and kinder, rational and peaceful—
such is our hope.
So much empty space,
cold and dark between fires—
yet surely, surely,
from what we know of infinity,
others surely exist, those are the odds—
but lifetimes, lifetimes to reach.
May we be what we seek,
endlessly spinning, searching
for others like us, if only
just down the road, wiser
and kinder, circling the sun—
alone together, for now.
