Time
See that the merciless spear of time wounds the senses
it's the molecules inside you that stagger dizzily
the ancestral oracle didn't need to warn you
that this distressing moment would one day come
now that it is sublime to be touched by the sunset
eyes look totally happy to disobey you
I had to face it with amazement disguised as tranquility
the sad diminution of the damn sound perception
that gradually transformed my favorite songs
in these whispers that seem like ghostly sighs
see that the emblematic spear of time wounds the senses
it is the flame of life that shone brightly and now dies.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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