Our ideas have no equal
Their brilliance dazzles all
They see the brightness they cannot comprehend
And liken it to the last burst of a dying star
Cold, dark, devoid, empty
Yet when we bestow upon them the knowledge to see
They plead ignorance still, they fear, they don’t see
We treated them with the respect we gave to equals
For once perhaps… But not much more
Alas, the loneliness of the eternal spark!
Felt solely in its own amidst the dark
‘This genius demands an audience!’ We speak
An audience? Wishes of a deluded mind in grandeur
For it still lacks its rightful men!
But this loneliness needs a witness at least
Please could we have a witness at least?
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