The Aesthetic of Being
Lives lived in regularity
Where thinking is a slave of an unlived future
Where violence brings peace
And hatred emancipates
Where the song of protest is a sigh
And the anthem of slavery a euphony
Where ignorance is innocence
And knowledge is guilt
Where love is a wound
And denial it’s elixir
Where companions are enemies; in the guise of acquaintances
And loneliness a curse
Where abuse is spontaneous
And condolences fleeting
Where the illusion of privilege
Becomes a delusion of the possessed
Where the grammar of knowledge
Is the poverty of syntax
Where the prisons of justice
Are the oppressors of the oppressed
This is us
Withering under the grimness of our hope
decaying in the sunshine of our lives
dissolving in the libations of promises
disappearing into each other
This is the aesthetic
of our being
