I take refuge in myself
On my own
With the light of the day does my soul revive
Recuperating dormant memories and sentiment
As the sediment in the fabric of my being
That adjust not to its own nature but what it has witnessed
In the everlasting morning of my conscience
That abates me and all this violence
Where my aggression severely perspires
Through the musk of the flooded swamp
That fogs over, boils over, spills over the cement
That cannot contain it.