a flag is an exclamation,
a banner for a manifestation
under which we stand
to manifest
nihil imperat
but out of necessity
we adapt
like water
as set by nature
it runs
and we write
with water
died black
with the pigments
of ink
so that our words
would stay on paper
stating our story
(not his nor her)
(not his nor her)
sinking to the past,
slightly slower than castles in the sand,
but we are here by an equal right
to construct at will,
each our own,
human together
like our consciousness,
a collective
and it is as by heart
as it is rational
that we come to common cause
from nihil,
pudenda origo,
for those who thought that
going towards god is going as far from
the world
and its organic body as possible
and into the abstract dream at the end
of history,
well, our flag proclaims freedom from
you,
and it is black, because you said white
is supreme.
(c. another great pic by Asta Kaluževičiūtė)
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