“What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?”

“But what Freud showed us… was that nothing can be grasped, destroyed, or burnt, except in a symbolic way,
 as one says, in effigie, in absentia.”

Jacques Lacan
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As the page had turned
The needle dropped on side B
A single thought sang

When reading Lacan,
She was aware of her own
Annihilation

Structural blueprints
The unconscious fantasy,
Is structured desire

The Broom closet was
Always bad faith, this she knew
Mirror stage moments

Construct of the self
Imaginary portrait
Of identity

When her leather-bound
Book of shadows was opened
Her rites became whole

Yet others cursed
Håxa as a heretic
Set for a fires stake

As a passing thought
Of manifest destiny
Drifted through her mind

She smiled at the mob,
As flames chared her flesh, ashen
Smoke burned in her lungs

Content with her choice
Knowing bad faith is not living life
As Sartre has said

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“La vie humaine commence de l’autre côté du désespoir”
Jean-Paul Sartre