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It’s evident that I have no control over my body.
Useless to suffer for what is no longer: I can’t go back.
I close my eyes and I understand the aversion:
my crucifixion in your image, held
(nailed at opposite ends) by the death of the body.
Sacrifice my desire for yours.
At first the stakes bordering my gaze seem to work:
wanting within limits.
The uncanny happens with the entrance of love,
disrupting my frontiers, invading an alleged territoriality.
Unbearable vulnerability to know myself other
than in you: useless attempts to fixate place
and anchor empty gazes.
Holes without stakes revealing
the ancestral memory of phantasmic borders
Vain attempts to defend oneself from trespassers.
Savagery of not belonging:
shoulders supporting airborne barriers,
images without jurisdiction.