Drawing circles
A simple question is put to me
What is “a good man” meant to be?
“Task force subjectification” wants to know
I’m not making this up: bussiness is slow
So what is your bit? And what is mine?
I’m drawing circles all the time
The one that’s drawn along my skin:
Six inches radius, has peace within
But in every other circle that I draw
There’s words and quarrel, all-out war
And further down, not hard to tell
A frightful glimpse of Dante´s hell
Repelling circles, magnet hearts
While closing in, they bounce apart
The question’s not “how am I to be?”
But all the more pressing towards WE
So let us gaze towards the stars
And draw a circle infinitely far
In search of peace for subject WE
To match the peace inside of me
And share a devine tranquility
1 opmerking:
Een werkgroep 'subjectivering', toe maar, je moet tegenwoordig gestudeerd hebben om het discours op de middelbare school nog een beetje te kunnen volgen!
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