The caged thing,
the body disbelieving
its bulk.
The phantom driver,
the undercover
we check
and swallow.
Scant testimony,
we hang
loose to the bone.
existentialism
“Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.”
Jean-Paul Sartre
The caged thing,
the body disbelieving
its bulk.
The phantom driver,
the undercover
we check
and swallow.
Scant testimony,
we hang
loose to the bone.
“Like all dreamers, I mistook disenchantment for truth.”
Jean-Paul Sartre