Prologue: a fetus
I, the fetus, came before the world;
and y'all know that I am. I do not know nor
if I will still be, nor I know if they'll love me.
But for that I am, one must recognize
that I am actually in the world.
So long before I'd knew, that there were love,
hatred, selfishness, forgiveness, wisdom
good and evil; art, poetry, music, literature,
science, religion; television, internet, instagram,
twitter, Facebook and tumblr; social justice and injustice,
the welfare system, trade unions, human rights;
what I'd always confuse are life and death:
I stand fragile in the womb, witnessing to live and to die.
Yet, while I do not know what living looks like
- some kind of post-modern schizoid dream
I may be the happiest person, or the saddest.
We all dance in the misty garden of Juvenalia
We all dance in the misty garden of Juvenalia.
Please welcome emperor Nero, whom is now into manhood;
shaved is beard, locked all the citiziens.
Sing him a song, try to sing along; I don't want to be alone.
We all dance in the misty garden of Juvenalia!
egap txen eht llit yats ot ouy ekil d'ew
