So what do people learn
hooked on techno-enlightening
for bodies that lust and yearn
to be forever ripening,
but otherwise free to curse or bless
this gene-coded birth of predestine death,
whether panic deepening or soul opening
for all it's worth we run out of breath,
mad to wonder and guess
why all this is happening
if only to rot or burn
we pass through and return -
was something missed or forgotten?

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