Amino acids in the sky,
waiting to be alive,
explosions of a star,
creating the broth of life.
Now a comet passes by,
capturing the seeds,
giving hope to inert matter,
flying to eternity,
until a hosting planet,
filled with water,
and a quiet atmosphere,
can breed autopoietic machines.
Now the creatures dream, and hope,
that their self created ones will grow alike.
They love, they hate,
they feel great,
they fear, they became conscious,
of the void that drags them down.
Now they know that this will all end,
and there is nothing to do about.
They begin to destroy it all,
gather as much as they can,
tear the creation
that took millions of years to construct,
they sink and vanish,
no one hears their scream,
as the vortex eats them alive,
maybe the others that will follow,
will be able to turn it all around.
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