Epidermal iron bars

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This body that lodges me

-a massive concentration of space-time-

is a jail, is a prison…

of epidermal iron bars.

If I had been made from star dust,

if I am a free spirit and a spreaded soul

how come I have ended so cloistered

among bones and muscles!

How it is possible

that this inexistent time

can be my cruel gaoler?

I will come back into my mother belly,

restarting this torture

when death would reach me

again, and again, and again…

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