Proof That 1=0
Stolen Words
Being in Hegel--
my self-consciousness leaps,
was the truth in a glitch
of self-something.
Certainty, according to
something, no longer
the words, nor the acts, nor out
of the phenomenology, nor
of Spirit, the native realm?
Of Truth? No. But soon,
sooner, a while yet.
Had they ceased, and ceasing, begun
to understand, to dream--
That! than the then, then the than,
bourgeoisie and self-concerned,
were self-interested, interesting...
conscious at least?
In the pride, an eternal glimpse
of self-deception, in that, completely.
They owned only their debts, later
property. Today is a living memory
self-conscious, in English,
self-prophecy in original,
self-parody in repetition, it
means only the reflection.
On the ego as an injury
to the membrane, an
embarrassment,
as the innervation of fabricated symptoms,
as the initiation of powerlessness:
to know, axiomatically,
that one is nothing.
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