The man facing lonely
His own destiny:
Worshipping the Sun
Along with the cathedrals
Of his mind, keeping the heart
In the same shape as Sun and
Internal organs functioning
As heavenly creations …
Precisely anchored in Reality
And anguished by dark spots
Covering his Directions;
On the right is his rest Prison and
On his left the sword and flag of Fantasy
Which congregate with his integrity.
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