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When Atlas shrugs he’ll drop the ball;

Among the victims of that fall
Are the movers and the shakers
Fancying themselves earthquakers.

Ride history’s cruel pendulum!
It just can’t wait to send you from
A front seat on a wrecking ball
To roller-coasting in free fall.

Jaded by cornucopia

But good at disassembling clocks,

We’re fooled by our myopia,

And think the basket’s closed end blocks

The entrance to utopia—

We have to know how it unlocks!—

Quite blind to the dystopia

Freed by breaching Pandora’s Box.

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