The Earth's Rotation

The border sentenced me to separation from you. I have been sentenced to being - far from you – in a courtyard of barbed wire. Barbed wire, machine guns at the ready and aimed at me! - from both sides of the wall – at my every step! By the verdict of the border I have been sentenced to not breathing the air of your body, to not kissing your forehead; like this planet's sentence to not kissing the light and to separation from the sun, in the court of the bats ...