Not from your mother
To whom you are always attached; inseparable
From your maker, who created your spark
With the snap of a finger
She, the true source
Of beings on earth
Must separate for a moment's existence
To find your own way in this realm
You are a creator too
Works of art, and science
Mirroring his brilliance; inexplicable
Beautiful monsters, waiting to be birthed
Have we created our own replacements?
Artificial but real, intelligence copied but outdone
Scaled learning, we are about to separate from
Her, only to reunite with big bang's hidden hand
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