Revised poem:
The TVs
have taught us
to think of ourselves
as earth-shattering gods
with super-human powers—
when in the grand
scheme of things,
amidst a jungle of stars
and galaxies, we’re the most
homely little bunch of crickets
the Sun has ever looked upon.
Yet, however powerful the creature,
they too with us are
subject to paradox
within every seed,
every moment,
every newborn
racing into infinity.
So here we are,
lonesome little insects,
yet also upon Olympus.
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