I got stuck although I thought I had found a steady rhythm
that would perpetuate as if it was a sort of organism.
I must be out of shape.
I reached the borders of the page and instead of keep on growing
I pressed against the rigid frames of my comfort zone.
I need to be fixed
And I don’t mean stagnant or in any sort of solid state.
My Lego bricks should rearrange to something that will work.
But not just for me.
My solitary path across this empty space is linear
I look aside to see that you are moving perpendicular
Draw yourself towards me, I need connectivity.
Will you please reconstruct? Let’s redesign me.
For it is you who should take the front row seat.
We take the same breath, tap from the same source.
We share our energy. Don’t waste it.
They divided our labour, but we are no devices
We are one organism, so shift my paradigms
and broaden my perspective, re-organize me.
Can someone please pick me up and redesign me
Gedicht ter afsluiting van het Symposium 'Redesiging business'
In opdracht van de Willem De Koonining Academie.
Klik hier voor een video van de voordracht.
