LOST IN INNER SPACE
again the dawn is ugly around here
winter in the streets and in us installed
cold pupils stare into the void of eternity
the miniature elephants on the sideboard
fill this life thrown away
only insecure years await us
soon we will be despondent organisms
and if we were burning in the desert
flying to pieces in space
or even dipped in the dark sea
what difference would it make?
we're speeding towards nothing
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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