The main definitions of understanding are open,
Entwining the days with inclinations of fiction.
The brine of the sea is similar to the sweetness
Of a language and the language of humans.
One is designed to computerize industry
And feel the loneliness of the laws that govern.
We are colour-blind, and the eyes shall dine
On the innocence that conquers the perturbed.
A biosphere conceals my soul as an eternal rumour,
Commanding my senses like the senses of animals.
We are braver than the men who chant songs
And the music has disappeared due to ages of laughing.
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