I Am Born Into A World Without Shadows Poem by Cristobal Benjumea

YES, AND NO ANGLES
I HAVE GROWN OUT OF IT,
THE MATERIAL.II SURGE, THE SPIRIT, LIKE A FOAMY WAVE, like a star cutting into space
Enableing, destiny
I CROSS THE OCEANS
TO YOU
HAVE ENDURED MUCH SHAME, BECAUSE OF YOU
I TOSS IT, BUT WITH PURPOSE
AND THE REALISATION THAT I WAS CONSTUCTING A UTOPIA
FARR REMOVED, NOT DOMINATED BY THE MATERIAL WORLD
YET HAD REMAINED WITH A SPIRIT, THAT ATRACTED PASSIONS, LAUGHTER, LOVE AND TEARS
YES IT WAS A BANQUET
ALTHOUGH just, and untill, THE TYRANTS, and their LEADER, who began, changing into a crocodile
Like the flock of evil, pollutions, that seem to be perenial
LIKE A CAST OFF PAIR OF CORDS.
Were lost in the forest, and finally formed part of the abbyss