Feverish things riddled my thought;
The moderns can't think beyond binaries,
As if nothing make sense out of rival categories,
Of concepts, practice, and norms.
How does the dialectic of dialogue refine itself?
Who will moderate the unwarranted silence of polar bears?
"Dead cold" minds stop thinking, before loosing the sense of contemplation,
Only to end up in the rhetoric of material reality and utility.
Freedom of thought, to conceive and reproduce can't fix this anomaly,
The exception lost its meaning as the norm stopped making sense,
Repeating the perturbed and the non-existed syntax of reason;
Being Human is such a rehabilitation, beyond the jubilation of emancipation,
With the capacity to forget the world outside.
The moderns can't think beyond binaries,
As if nothing make sense out of rival categories,
Of concepts, practice, and norms.
How does the dialectic of dialogue refine itself?
Who will moderate the unwarranted silence of polar bears?
"Dead cold" minds stop thinking, before loosing the sense of contemplation,
Only to end up in the rhetoric of material reality and utility.
Freedom of thought, to conceive and reproduce can't fix this anomaly,
The exception lost its meaning as the norm stopped making sense,
Repeating the perturbed and the non-existed syntax of reason;
Being Human is such a rehabilitation, beyond the jubilation of emancipation,
With the capacity to forget the world outside.
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