And here with this consciousness
this stubbornness
this same old black
I shall return
to the same generic substance
the same body
the same parents
the same friends
the same conditions
to a world that has not changed
to a neighborhood
similar to the old one before
and I shall grow as before
in the head
out of the body
disconnected
unconnected
and afraid to love
and unloving
and the same luck
shall befall me
and I shall stand
frozen as before
waiting for the miracle
that shall never occur from the outside