It began on a drizzle day, Twas the night i dreamt of empire
Can we with conscience call the best they had evil?

We lift these legs, with muscles sore, And pull ourselves ever forward

Within these crannies, The knowledge of a past that failed
No sudden lift, A slow and halting ascent

Tied to Terra we won't wash away, Though only flight does will have its say

For lashed down we may stand through this gale, Yet also to be dashed like so much midden, Upon these rocks could be our fate

Neurons fire for freedom, And through the uncertainty principle, Our agency is maker and muse!

Tied to Terra we won't wash away, Though only flight does will have its say

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