Wisdom sips the tea of choice
Will on the journey of Prometheus
Emergence into the age
Beyond the age of Hegel
Bondage has no fire
Freedom has no politics
Living soul grapples
The schools of solitude
Judged by the wicked
Inquisition of purple imps
Leave the moldy gold
Shine with the martyrs
Raise your glass to intuition
Butterflies of struggle
Imagination without chains
The collective defeated
Crush the serpents' tongue
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is outstanding poetry. Thanks for sharing.10+++