It seems that the world
In its entirety
The delicacies of society
That civilize its rude biological
Economical
Egonomical
Endpoints, despite the softness
The lace and gold
Despite
All seems to point, in the end,
To the vulgar end of
The stick and the hole.
The stick and the hole:
The world jumps into a binary code
Countless games fall
Like stacks of cards
All the world is a stage
Where the tic-tac-toe
Of the stick and the hole
Strike themselves
In endless rounds
Of sleepless nights
Of loveless nights.
Freud is right
When he says that
There are only two objects
Or rather subjects
In this world
And that there is only one mean
And that there is only one end
All the world is a stage
Where the drama of the key and the keyhole
Winds itself into infinite
Infinite
Nests of desire.
Sometimes I wonder
Why there is no intermediate
Between the stick and the hole
That why in such an age of diversity
There exist no artistic-creative diversity
On that matter
The matter of the worldly
Universe.
- Naychi
mid 2018
10th grade awarding ceremony at BEHS1, Dagon, Yangon
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