Will the pragmatism of time
allow us to meld the thoughts that
form our basic instinct of preserving
our sanity,
how far must one go
to have the least understanding
of the physical forces that determine
our present realities,
is there any empirical evidence
that can change our hypotheses
of the morality we perceive
to be correct for our demeanor,
and who among us can be considered
an intellectual
if he cannot describe in simple equation
the concept of faith.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Alonzo. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks