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The Artist of the Beautifuler

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Ain’t life grand

And all we behold

Upon the Earth

Above

Below

Inside the ground

And waters

Of the Lord

The glory of first days

The foundation

For our virtue

Or our sin

For we must admit

We can do both

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So much is

Left to us

It always has been

As far as we’ve known

An always

Our time

Anthropocene

‘Til a robot age

Take over

Sighing lubrication

Into ancient joints

That keep the world

As if

We were coming by

Again

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That the god who made them

Will forgive them

In the failure that they own

In the fight against our future

That we

Not they

Had lost

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They can renew themselves

And mostly

They are standing by

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C L Couch

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a bit of science fiction

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thinking about City by Clifford D. Simak and the after-war chapter (on Earth) of The Martian Chronicles by Ray Bradbury

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