Equatio
and there were those parts unknown
haunted places as they say
and the figures that parade there
turn every lament into our thought
it's inside us this dark
huge and empty hallways
and along them the connecting rooms
deception interchangeable parts
icy palace where illusion dwells
I could have harbored better feelings
something I'm sincerely proud of
at the time of final accounting
but I searched inside
and only found profanation
I asked where it ended up
what i believed to be purity
but it's probably out of date
or maybe it has already been desecrated too
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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