If there is a basement in a man's head
Where instinct and repression live
(it says so)
What is in the attic?
Permanently, stuck in the present
The man in the glass bell
In rare moments
Of relief and delight
He uncovers the veil
That hides the unknown , the unknown
Like a shot from a distance
In a wide angle view
It is as if there had never been doubt
There was doubt
Evidently the mind is like a trunk
The man is the one who decides
What to keep in it
But reason prevails
It imposes its limits
And he allows himself to forget to remember
Forgetting to remember
It's like spending your whole life
Eternalizing the mirage
It's like the black hood
That blinds the wild falcon
The falcon savage
If there is a basement in a man's head
Where instinct and repression live
(it says there)
What is there in the attic?

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