0415090547 - POEM

I do not think this a surprising subject,

Our experience which has led us to explore

This theory was to destine it to failure.

Perhaps the question will be in sharp relief,

Yet these desires are nothing but notions

Situated at the forefront of our experience.

We must maintain the autonomy and

Desire only aspirations in their chaos.

Our action suggests we are not far removed

Its beginning is opaque – characterized by

Demand – we must be patient a little longer.

The fictional process offers the paradox

The whole hallucinatory phenomenon occurs

Structure interposes itself between consciousness

The first experience of reality for the human

Is to cry by some internal illness.

We should perhaps conceive pain as a field

Open to nothing else but this discourse.

It appears as the quiet rhythmic droning

A mediator between pleasure and real rule

There is no example of ideal exhaustion

Nothing offers a satisfying explanation.

Organised around emptiness fixing form

To the illusion of space, you see vanity.

Now at the threshold – door broken

The imaginary register demonstrates chaos

Fundamental disorder of reciprocal relations

The task will be elimination of a waste

Expressed by common experience of promise-

There’s no reason why we should dream in

Our confrontation with the human condition.