You died the day you were born.
And immortalized
The day you died.
Four hundred years after
We come to you for
Knowledge of our world
Which you saw coming
As your sentience unfurled.
Used to the full, you
Remain inexhaustible.
Your incomparable words shame
Our cocksure certainties;
In infinity of percipience you
Enact the storm and the breeze.
May, O Peer, in our wilderness,
The thirst for you increase.
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