time had been written before its own beginning
with creations entangled in wires
the wires entangled in cages
the cages entangled in the broken sky
for the sky it has its own borders
and those are
the borders of the night and of the day
of freedom and captivity
of creation and the created
of the known and unknown
of love and soul
whenever these are trespassed
the footstep is punished
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