Knowledge

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A Poem by Allana Alberto

Our mind is like a worn helm
Giving births to ideas of complexity
Wonders that brought the reality
Laws making a system
Connected within a circle that runs around
Endless movement making sounds
Surreal for an innocent eye
Numbers do not lie
Like magic when your fingers snap
Or when you wave your magic wand
In an instant, a corn pops
From the minds of an engineer and a worker’s hand
How peculiar yet so questionable
Such things to know
is it answerable?
Such things we do
is it tolerable?