from a daughter of Jupiter

Many moonlight reflections
Artificial inseminations
Of intelligence
Artifacts of futures bound
Into a chrysalis
I hold in my hands
That act of dispensing
Dispersing knowledge
Without care
Without free will to guide
Its luminosity
An ever changing beacon to light
The will of man
As no other has gone before it
Will we encircle it
Reciting scriptures
Of the past
Or will we gather to create a new
Written policy
To reflect modern man
For how modern can man be if
He is still molded by the same flesh
As generation past
I see in this chrysalis
Without treason
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