Every nascent place
Of gathered faces
Reaching for some more

Of the same

It seems they place
Their pacing
Chases on the door

In this game
(In their lore)


When I finally start
To dig, my heart,
It wrinkles and contracts

On the tracks

It dries and shrivels
And this drivel
It impacts

On the facts
(Just the facts)


Oh maybe there’s
Some fatal err’s
In calculating age

Says the Sage

It would make sense that
Every fence post
That we knew

Wasn’t true
(It's all the rage)


We find, with screams,
Carbon 14’s a
Problem in our meme

Or, it would seem

And if we really delve
It’s the same
With carbon 12

It’s just a scheme
(It's just as well)


The proportion that we
Used, it was assumed,
Remained the same

Throughout the game

It was a misanthropic
Topic and misstep
‘Shame the gain

…was inane
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Every fact we learn,
We burn into our
Mind, requires faith

Of a kind

Just goes to show that
Many problems
Can be solved

Within your mind
…though we’ve evolved