Perhaps weakness is a celebration A suggestion of magnificent sustenance For even the ephemeral and frail The short-lived or sickly Had an invitation to the world It would be vanity to call their time vain If all is weak and vain, we are on equal footing And those of shorter time or smaller might Are the icons of our plane The embodiment of our gratitude The heroes of our kind If strength is the story of destruction Then glory in strength is irony And weakness is a celebration

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