With, height, depth

With, height, depth

Exclusivity, limitation, enclosure, and rigidity, stick to the ego,

increasing its volume.



My passion fueled by the passage

To the infinity left ajar

I look back for a moment

And I see heads

Lowered in the weave

Of their own harnesses



But the broadness is pulling at me

And I surrender myself to it

For that’s the only thing

That I can do



For both myself

And the weavers