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We're almost a full twelve months
Into our new millenial phase,
And I'm wondering why we bother,
Thus to categorize our days.
If the millenium makes a difference,
It surely doesn't show.
I find the world essentially
The way it was a year ago.
That is, in all that counts
Among millenial seers and sages,
Who've dreamt millenial edens
And described them through the ages.
Have we gotten any wiser?
Have we invented any tools
To root out and destroy
The germ that turns us into fools?
Have we invented capsules
That will help us comprehend
Why, although we're living longer,
We're just as childish to the end?
We still revel in unreason.
We still strike vainglorious poses.
And just a few among us
Can see beyond their noses.
We still think it makes a difference
To the cosmos that we're here,
When it doubtless wouldn't matter
If we'd all just disappear.
And we think it makes a difference
That a thousand years have passed,
When experience ought to teach us
That no year's better than the last.
But that's extreme. Blissful days
May from millenial bounty flow.
And if the human race survives,
In a thousand years, we'll know.
--Dom Mart
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