Reason writes according to rules of divinity,
A wine is ghastly to the touch, one day it softens
In the mouth, like an eatable of heaven.
It is an angelic agony, lulling the heart, forcing it
Sideways and headlong, conceiving the thoughts
Compelled by the mind, quickly changing, looking
Like the heart that conspires with reality.
He is not a prison when you look at his face of truth,
It is an angelic face, working with longevity, aged like
Learning, feeding hungry stomachs with love.
The heavy wonders of the jester proclaim their ideas,
Like a saviour of the night that collapses,
Inside the mind, a mode is approached,
Like angels of the star.
The language of reason displays concentration,
Bread and water is neutral compared to the coils of
Young minds, that ascertain reason.
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