Academism

I wanted to show you all the thesis I wrote

about fear,

with cold names and wild silences.

It's time for a change and we have to leave.

I keep the pages sweating just to warm you up.

from here, I see your name of earth

germinating into the dream’s womb

hence the song arrives salty

and eternity is exercised in an auditorium.

if it is worth abandoning what we have created

in fixed logic, in imperfect heat?

perhaps.

we crawl into the illusion of other bodies,

sinking through the center of other people's conversations

where we think we show ourselves but we only run away from us.

What is it like not to be here, if when I'm not here I do not know myself?

abandon the platinum rhetoric for a greater illusion.

leave me with my thesis,

after all, my extroversion can exist independently.