I love geology but
It gets it all wrong
Trying to reject the subjective
Element in all laying down
Of the sediments of the objective
I.e., physical world like a shell
The living mollusk leaves behind
Not so much a record
Of its past accomplishments
As a picture of what
It would finally become
Its empathy and rigor
Interwoven in some future world
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