I am the earth without endless flowers
I see that hubris oriented endless towers,
The differential diagnosis is Hubris
Death, Hades, Caronte, you can survive
What purpose will thee search deep in me?
Alliteration, alienation, altercation,
Praise for an inexistent Nation….
Flowers of youth, genius unmapped,
Awake and give me your tears,
Actually those I tear when consider you,
I repeat, unmapped, able to be.
And be free of all your previous fears.
Praise for thorn trees,
The one, your bees,
Magical works of unraveled
Quantum Computers, how many Qbits?
Is there a solution for antithetical androgyny?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem