While striving to become
the poetricians of the world
The leaders of the moral Crusades
We instead turned into
the wonderous Alice
-lost in time and space
With the means
of the old world
we tried to make anew
But the more documents
we wrote, the further
from our mission we drew
We followed in Kafka's tracks
to understand the Official World
Were in the byrochracy trapped
But as we lost our sight
Our hands extended further
On our trembling fingertips, life was mapped.
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