Construct of the
deconstruct of the
destruct of the
fathomable emptiness excluded by elusive behaviour
the thoughts of rivers which swirl in murk
defined by the lack
lack of structure
simulation destroying duration
segmentation of time
history lacking repetition in ignorance
I am failing.
The formalist anti-formalism of the postmodernity structure
is tearing me apart,
like a bull on a nose, like a ring on snot,
it punches, pushes, disjointedly questions
reality, cyber-virtual-hyper-un
pull to the teeth, reckoned with the wave
your features are shortened,
your lifespan shortened
your education shortened [and biased]
you represent
the repressive state apparatus
loosely disguised as an ideological state apparatus
you belong to the state
you embody the state
but you can never be the state
you become nothing
but simulacra
you are nothing but
a copy of a copy of a copy
which has no basis in reality
you are segmented, segregated, sacramental
sacrificed for the good of the state.
your democratic society is hypocritical
concealed totalitarian state
we are the flaws
we are the disease
we are the unwanted pollution
we are the death.
