Millions Of Forms
P Patti Masterman
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millions of forms flower from darkness,
populating a planet's crust;
all the seeds of space borne travelers
taking on the shapes they must.
looking for that perfect timestamp,
where the eco-systems right,
there at last to fulfil eons
traveling toward the stellar light.
like magic they will find the niche,
where their own kind flourish; grow
and man himself the child of historys
that no one will ever know.
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