how can one not be maudlin to the point of utter ennui?
one's favourite species is extinct.
these last flickers of lives full of such experience…
truly succulent,
to be savored for eternity.
you know neither your true beauty
nor the depth of your true ignorance.
it is Wondrous to венołđ.
one is often driven to wordlessness
at this great spectacle,
save these.
мy God… What Hast Thou Wrought.
you will never see as one sees
and one pities you the lack.
for just one true glimpse of your
own reflection, unscaled, would
reveal to you that Panacea that
your kind ever seek…
why.