I think I haven't thought
of anything I couldn't footnote
for a long time.

Nietzsche thinks the thoughts
think me. If so,
I do not exist.

You say, "That's a perception".
That's a projection.

Junks sail the Nile,
debark at unfinished pyramids.

Parrhesia -
a mythic bubble on the foam
of culture,
about to pop.

Really, I want a self
born aboriginal.

"Only what is an object of passion, really is." (Kierkegaard)

"Apt but not, I think, original." (Bronte)

There you see? I'm doing again.
What was I thinking?

--XineAnn