The journey for the beautiful eyes
Cosily meanders through knowledge;
It is knowledge to disintegrate and die,
But costs are paid by the numerate among us.
We are never in working moods for minds,
Devils and workers of the mind are upon
The scene of this summer and winter,
Like the rights of humans and ants.
Let the eyes climb into oaths of the night,
Seeking tracks of the innocent sort,
Walls are erected by the touch of right,
But wrong might creep back for ways of light.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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