This Extra Layer
the skin says it all
it's disorder
white sheet - dirty spot
irritation of inconvenient tissues
discomfort from peeling off rough things
the sweet scent that drives away
or icy sound of unwanted voices
what overlaps everything
this extra layer
another mountain to climb
I preferred the blindness of phones
just your beta voice for my alpha voice
I don't expect the resurrection of smiles
I don't think I'll ever hear these verbs again
now my scapular is made of bones
and if everyone is packing their bags
it's because paradise comes one day
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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