Eunuch

I also was making Nazca lines on the 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 to the former.

Narcissus falls down in the water (love) is true

Unto wings grow to a man.

Which trifle does reside in the darkness of my existence?

No one knows…

Even my ancestors never knew…

Although

I don’t consider Sartre as a eunuch.