Chain World

Will archaeologists dig For veins of code Lost scripts of forbears In dead machines Of love and grace. On clear days will fathers Hold children aloft on hilltops with the render up high, no fog, And proclaim legacies Of digital lego. 'Soon child all this will be yours' Will meaning be found On a plastic thumb Under a fingernail of silicon In a Chain World

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