Children of the fertile mating
of tool-bearing animale with metal female
of the genetic with the robotic...
we dwell on a planet
that "God" wouldn't recognize,
a brave and depraved new world
where knobs turn on the rain
and the stars are outshined by legion street-lights
where nano-angels dance on the heads of needles
to preserve the diseased and disease the wayward,
where lab-coated apes
by precise rote manipulate biological constellations
forcing suns to circle planets
and untying the primal knots
century after century
till the ancient primal order collapses
and Frankenstein monsters are loosed
upon the world powerful and confused...
to wreak progress and devastation
to till the fields of concrete and silicon
(slowly bringing order to the recently shaken,)
to sing psalms to their self-created creator
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