My Best Philo Sofie Poem by Atef Ayadi

first as to sofia,
i do not care for now.
the most converging
(and
without the emerging
capitalistic terms...)
philosophy
is the one
that takes nowhere
but nature.
(cause, at the end,
no means can stop a collapsing structure,
except
some art that can live for little while.)
the idea that
there are another nature;
mother or father of all nature?
is plausible,
inflatable, and
inflammable
propos-ition.
(i hate this idea, cause, it already exists,
and so trifle.)
many universes
do exist.
of course
with a bung.
as a matter of fact,
many bungs
did occur
before and after
each existence
(try, fun, a lot of fun, and miss fortune, and finally
errors,)
in which,
nature, and all the talks
big and tiny ones,
cons and pros' equilibrium,
one zebra and
three
hyenas chase,
quids for swedish squids,
information
and
miss information,
jazz and blues
rock and hard rocks,
rock against papers and siezers
with brain seizures,
strong folklore against
weak folklore,
noises,
dot dot dot,
location location location,
one hash tag for five tags
and seven hashes

go in their business
as usual
and as boring as you may know.

i mean all the
clashing
chimpanzee's philosophies.

if i want
to bee itch myself
about
sofia,
i would say,
she is dragged by all
of this.
so no need for
repetitions and rehearsals.
too many falseness and illnesses,
and very less nature.
i mean almost none
natural and none unnatural.
like all followers of these days;
a bird in a flock.
so no need to talk about
sex
or a marry legendary
gendarmerie of gender.