Eunuch

I also was making Nazca lines on water
But
Derrida’s all inferences seem true
So
To assume the other and assumes not it
is real until replacing a person’s head to the other
and other’s to the former.

Narcissus falls down in water (love) is true
unto wings grow to man.
Which trifle does reside in the darkness of mine existence?
No one knows…
Even my ancestors never known…
Although
I don’t consider Sartre as eunuch.

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