The I... Poem by Sebastian Soberania

The I...



...and this is our one
and endless work,
to contemplate upon
those immobilized
by a condemnation
into inanimateness

like a wall
like a smudge a stain
like a line a
phrase

wanting to be
sentenced

to become a complete
thought
that you may once
still remember

like an
i...

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