Marco Chies Poet Prose Poetry

Heritage

all device features are described in the manual,
but we are still unruly in the streets,
I needed to know a lot more about fractions
that hide between the numbers one and two,
measure the exact extent of each shadow in the sky of life
and really understand why we are lost here,
shopping endlessly in the bazaars,
acquiring picturesque items 
to decorate the porch of our posterity,
as if we foresaw our descendants and, 
wanting to impress them, 
we would put an elephant bibelot on the sideboard of pain,
a postmodern armchair next to the stairs for nothing
and further back, 
the opaque mirror of our confused, painful, 
almost unnecessary existence.

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