Djonomasks
rite of days spoiled and stagnant...
half of that would be enough
to destabilize the soul of things
as if happiness only came
to illuminate a misguided life
tree without shade and useless
empty gaze of stacked mannequins
despised on the dirty floor of the old life
someone destroyed the world
while I dreamed
I was better being less human
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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