My nose is for new found knowledge,
Expressions for custom are approved.
Gods may never divulge in heinous deeds
When the yoyo of belief has mattered with the people.
New types of knowing arise,
Others come in the way,
Beauty may rise from the thoughts and words
So that we despair and relive our times.
My head will concave and never be among the few,
The brain has many dimensions of the knowledge and wisdom
Known to mankind.
My brain is heroic beyond compare, and beyond doubt.
It has bursted and exploded its might.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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