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In memory of the broken wine glass. Part 1
In memory of the broken wine glass. Part 2
On create, destroy, rupture, love and queerness.
“It is much easier to destroy than to create”
A sentence, to
our shared destiny
A state of madness,
of mind, sliding into
disorder and chaos.
According to entropy.
The repaired broken glass exists
As an exemplary failure
to the fallen nature of ManKind.
Where a new glass was given birth to.
Dance to the costly celebration of
: A vessel
Containing ultimate body fluid, -idty.
High in productivity,
A hell, of the artificial new-borns.
Whatever you name it,
As a wipeout of its own history.
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