The conscious lives forever,
inherent and persistent
it is a minutia of binary
moments
and summer dreams
it is all we have...
it is who we are...
and to leave it
for any reason
is to forsake its
true template
as if the architecture
was left suspect
besides, its not the build
its the basics, the foundation and
if its strong...it knows its own weakness
there is no mystery
nor any signals
no plan, no prophet
just the conscious
and what the conscious allows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Persistent! Nice work.