Sweep

In a thousand years from now,
they won’t remember us,
us:
who strive to spy
behind the curtain;
who look at everything
and will its purpose
to serve us.

In a thousand years from now,
no trace will remain of us,
us:
who strive to rule
over existence;
who look at everything
and will its purpose
to belong to us.

In a thousand years from now,
I shall be forgotten,
I:
who strove to spy
behind the curtain;
who looked at everything
and willed its purpose
to serve you.

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