Troubles all the way.
Wearing synthetic rituals,
the son of the monkey experiment
missed the first point
and based on this mistake
all that he is.
A beautiful failure the human being,
almost perfect until he realises
that father monkey in its simplicity
didn’t manage to screw it that much.
Trees become pages full of signatures,
where each one signs the personal fall.
Society is only a consequence,
we made it real and adapted to it.
This is a useless silent shout!
Yesterday’s mistake became our lord,
imprisoned by knowledge we are just shadows.
Shadows of the shadow in its uselessness.
Motorway of words! But to bring you where?
Walking around an empty table isn’t harmful
but it leaves footsteps anyway.
Everybody around the same rusty table,
everyone repeating the other’s mistakes
because it’s comfortable to replay the known.
Don’t analyse too much or you’ll get tired,
but why don’t I leave you alone?
Because we are locked in this madness together!
Funny to know this prison doesn’t even exist.
Finally our destination is here in front of us.
It started in black and went all the way to white.
We venerate the imaginary knife which cut us in two.
Disproportionate mistake at the first attempt,
first mathematical operation superbly failed.
The seed of our structure is an elemental mistake
which we hide from the light cause we’re too proud.
What would it change anyway?
Those who wrote our calendar would fall instantly,
our immaturity made them real and gave them symbols.
Saviours are the illness that keep us in bed.
Down there we have to remove the first stone
and everything will collapse in front of us.
The greatest realisation ever is to give up who we are.
– Divisive Mind –
Enamel on canvas
70x50x3,5cm
2020
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