One man has witnessed the plains of heaven,
Another resides in his palace of woe,
For this return a captain builds his ship
To see further than the stars, the moon,
The waves, the arts, the sciences,
And the gods.
One man shall be ruler of the victory,
He will be hanging, and this much is so.
The days act, the nights speak,
Forming dreams in the head and heart,
To be tested by the majority.
One man is one woman if one does not fit
Inside the prisons, the fools, the malefactors,
The enemies, the spies, the strangers.
And one shall taste the imminent fruit,
Like Adam and Eve.
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