THE ORIGIN OF
THE WORLD
THE WORLD
(Courbet)
Just like Courbet to show so
sternly the rights and the wrongs
of this place : displaced and watery
souls, still bloody, struggling through
space. It's harsh, like the black caw
of a raven, picking through trash
at the dawn of yet another day.
I see the familiar in so ordinary
a way. Oh, oh, leave it to Courbet.
Just like Courbet to show so
sternly the rights and the wrongs
of this place : displaced and watery
souls, still bloody, struggling through
space. It's harsh, like the black caw
of a raven, picking through trash
at the dawn of yet another day.
I see the familiar in so ordinary
a way. Oh, oh, leave it to Courbet.
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