Children born now arrive
Into this thing we do not know
We know the discipline & long nights
It caused us to scatter
Across frozen straits
To the tips of peninsulas
Deep into eastern caves
Far into western deserts
We know the rhythms & kindness
Of the Holocene
It left us radiant in the sun
But finally drunk & embittered
Among its lush lands & leaping oceans
Which we felt we must conquer & subdue
Somehow giving birth to this new thing
What is it now that awaits our children
Over the crest of the hill?
What is its shape?
What is its breath?
What is its movement?
What is its mind?
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