The Fish Tank
I found in myself substructures of understanding and they see more than my eyes, they predict a future under the shade of trees in the huge patio behind the house, the light coming from the sunny roof of the world, gills of few fish quivering in the pond of tiles, chairs and sitting on them the dead of my life that talk and disappear replaced by the dead that we will be, the fish bubble up confidences about everyone, the wall is uneven because the roots of the plane trees have lifted part of the ground, I feel ecumenical this moment but my hands burned making the coffee, you in the dream help me politely with damp cloths, transparently cross the empty rooms of the rest of humanity swept by the moving air, the dust circulates through the children who mature, I see very well through the periscope of this oneiric nautilus, I see that the coast is being bombed, the fragments of the offices are paper sentences and each one of them condemns us, days that will still come, because March never comes for a February so expanded by the memories.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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