Enjoying life again Like there were no such thing as autonomy Wearing theseprotestbreasts Hoping their naked forms will open To some other shade of gray Or owl of Minerva our affects embody Outside any sense of control So what we capture briefly is our not being captured Dressed up like the book Of that theory we practice By dressing up like the book Being beaten and kettled as such Some form of night the cops can't touch I am thinking about taking a break From life But life doesn't let you take a break I think I am enjoying life Then autonomy interrupts My sense of identification With the things I have enjoyed
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