Not a day passes without you thinking
How they've walled you too out of the world.
They've taken your perspective. Banished you.

Not a morning passes that you don't vow
To dismantle this wall today, and not a night
You don't come home dismantled. Resistance is meaningless.

No one is there to give you the safety of contraposition.
The bricks shift apart, soft as the hours,
Letting you step through before your palm can touch them.

Although there is no other side, no elsewhere.
Nowhere do you arrive, and nowhere nothing keeps you.
You have no wall where any of this might end.

And your wall is nowhere nobody never.

Translated by W. Martin and the author