“If I have seen further than others, it is by standing upon the shoulders of giants.” 

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the eternity of the Giants binds them to the gods, 

where my odds of blind worship earns their shoulders: a simple certainty. 

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the scales of their knowledge, past and beyond, merge 

and a surge of movement from the Giants leaves implausible tales.

  

my place on their shoulders as a forever learner 

scorns warners who whisper my fate: 

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even the Giants replace those who no longer remain upon slanted shoulders. 

 

the rhythmic stomps halt as the Giants glance at their collarbone. 

only my head stays lifted, begging to continue the march towards a new era. 

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my promised discipline lies only a step ahead, 

but the Giants sense my hesitancy: will my footprints be washed from their shoulders for another? 

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they rock back and forth– 

my stance breaks as the clavicle beneath unsteadily shifts; 

my body endures each curve of their shoulders, etched in memory to suppress the fall. 

 

now i stand upon the ground, sensing the tremors of their steps 

and no longer the lifted voices among Giants. 

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as the Giants advance their walk, i stand at their heels, 

tracing the contours of their feet 

as they hoist another towards truth.