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How did you make yourself?
What law were you following?
What hands held you up?

It’s so tough to be
there
exposed
without asking for anything
except
the deep dictate,
its overwhelming
gusts,
the voice
with no owner,
the sound
that belongs to no one.

Rafael Cadenas
Translated by Rowena Hill


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