We hold divinity upon our fingertips
And destiny within the cresses of our lips;
The embryo of desire, beyond sense,
Unlock's memory's key to existence—
The Universe is Liberty's dream
And humans are defiled by contradiction,
Which is the Heart beat of concatenation
And the intelligence of our conception
Where all forms shall eternally gleam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a poem of speculation of where we might eventually fit in? ........well penned