This Swamp, This Death
of course this is a swamp
and in it there are desert mirages too
for example the interior of the dense fog
seems to hide something threatening
every particle around groans in pain
I'm sinking here
quicksand
outside and inside me
these dull columns of resentment
these vertical hills of sorrows
I'm dying everywhere
outside and inside me
but I already anticipated this transition
in the dry and inhospitable moments
in those irregular things
the little everyday disasters
damaging the understanding of the world
decreasing complacency
preparing the necessary mental elasticity
so that this leap into the void
reflect the extreme courage of cowards
see how weird it is:
when you give up everything
and walk insolently towards what will devour you
even the sun remains indifferent
actually it just makes the fog
become more confused
brillant
sticky
almost cozy(/b>)
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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