The infinites limits that contain us.

By fear, I am not
by unanimous conception, I am not
by strenuous wonder, I am not
by sophisticated palate, I am not
by the blunders of time, I am not

On the verge of the container runs a capital death 
          that goes round and round 
                        and never falls
                             never surrenders

By the vertigo of attraction, We are not
by the supreme excerption, We are not
by the limitless motions, We are not
by the soliloquy of Hamlet, We are not
by the myriads of the mesmerized, We are not

On the back of a horse called flame rides a famish madness
          that goes back and forward
                        and never falls
                             never surrenders

This fatal rhythm that compel us 
     that compound us 
          that contain us
               that never free us
contains the key
         of the infinites limits
and by the lock runs a river
         of hopeless souls
            that never falls 
            that never surrenders.

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