The Coordinates of Self(Poem)

The self which we think we own
is in reality
a public good,
a common property
and a socialistic hat.

The self sticks
to the laws of Bruce Lee
And Taoism

It becomes the fluid
ready to bend
to the waters of conditionings,
etiquettes of mob
and the masks of sapiens.

It takes any stick and carrot
to blend in the
winds of social Darwinism
and ready to drop
all its belongings at a moments notice.

It’s a symbiote in the end
And a sham that tries
to create a construct for us.

—Drunken Monk.


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