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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