It’s been a while now since I started
being viciously snapped
out of my daydreams
then looking around myself
and wondering
What am I doing here
am I really in prison?
A strange feeling
that lasts for a moment
when you feel the irrepressible impulse
to put your freedom to use
that very instant
whereas your real situation
strangles you
overwhelms you
with the weight of its evidence
the hand that bore the gift
and your gesture falls
your freedom emigrates
towards other dreams
which begin to acquire
a slightly savage taste
and irredentist shapes
These multiply
whirling so madly
around your failed dream-act
transforming into the eye of a whirlwind
that spins and spins
until you digest it
so as to nourish
all that can’t be destroyed
what once stirred and nourished
all of humanity’s needs
all that once
broke through the stranglehold