Your wisdom is not foolish like the wit of a fool who hits,
It caresses my wise chest, my hat and stagnant body.
If I were to be defined by the philosophers who love us,
Let the statement reverberate in the heavens and earth.
For knowledge is a matter, and for matter is an energetic
Response from the senses that cause us to despair.
Your learning is like the soldier of might and darkness,
He strode with his horse here, this is the symbolism.
My act betters the acts of the devil, but does my act say more
Than the friendly man, or the passionate one, who holds
His breath to respect the atmosphere, will there be no
Intimidation in this mythic setting? My knowledge is certain.
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