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His tired gaze - from passing endeless bars -
has turned into a vacant stare which nothing holds.
To him there seem to be a thousand bars,
and out beyond these bars exists no world.As he paces in cramped circles, over and over,
the movement of his powerful soft strides
is like a ritual dance around a center
in which a mighty will stands paralyzed.But sometimes the curtains of his eyelids part,
the pupils of his eyes dialte as images
of past encounters enter while through his limbs
a tension strains in silence
only to cease to be, to die within his heart.
