MATRICOSM

      That life has happened here clearly implies
      That in the vastness of the universe
      Are other wombs from which life might arise,
      Planets on which their progeny can nurse.

      Though we have no clear evidence to show,
      Despite our deep incursions into space,
      The probability of this is so
      Immense, we’re sure in time to find some trace.

      For all we know, we are the proof we seek,
      Ourselves but transplants from another source,
      The refugees of someplace dark and bleak,
      Though unaware of that ancient divorce.

           To see life’s here is all the proof we need
           To know the universe is filled with seed.

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