poetry.

from that fateful day
when the stinking bits of slime
first crawled from the sea and shouted to the cold stars
“i am man”
our greatest threat has always been
the knowledge of our own mortality
but tonight
we shall hurl the gauntlet of science
into the frightful face of death itself
tonight
we shall ascend into the heavens
we shall mock the earthquake
we shall command the thunders
and penetrate into the living of womb of impervious nature, herself

— Gene Wilder
Young Frankenstein

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