I stare down the barrel
Of the Great Filter
On such vanities as these
Every alien civilization
In the observable universe
Has come up short
With extinction to follow
I should feel honored
For such illustrious fellows
But instead I just feel empty
All those far-off worlds
Those alien ecologies
Novel life forms, chemistries
The same mundane problems
As little old me

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