Losers
disgraciatta beauty of defeat.
nor is it unfair:
we expect nothing,
because we build castles with silica
and with the clouds of the cobalt sky.
experts in nothing.
professionals of almost.
doubt teachers.
shaped like dominoes,
we await the touch of reality
to return to the repose of the vanquished.
Immaculate innocence of the ignorant.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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