Spinning and wobbling
Through long days and nights
Mother Earth shudders
As her passengers
Travel the rutted roads
Of emerging thought

Pursued by the shadows
Of death and destruction
They aimlessly wander
Through the daydark forests
Of their superstitions
And fearful religions

With youthful courage
Her blinded children
Attempt to cut a path
Through the predawn greyness
To find the light of day
In the field opening
To unlimited choice

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