Prison of Mine

Published March 7, 2020 by tindertender

Artist: Stevon Lucero,

“I heard my blood, singing in its prison,
and the sea sang with a murmur of light,
one by one the walls gave way,
all of the doors were broken down,
and the sun came bursting through my forehead,
it tore apart my closed lids,
cut loose my being from its wrappers,
and pulled me out of myself to wake me
from this animal sleep and its centuries of stone”

― Octavio Paz, Sunstone/Piedra De Sol

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