On one small planet speeding round a star
Events occured which seem to be unique,
Resulting from progressions over time
That surely may take place repeatedly.
And if they did, and if they will do so,
They mark and spell continuance of life
Somewhere, sometime, however they be shaped,
Despite extinctions scattered throughout space
And punctuated by the lapse of time.
Intellegencies other than our own
May one day be our archaeologists.
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