Chain
Nets dropping from rumours cold sky, star lives
Like burns falling fingers, of trusted hands from the sun.
Slow and distort.
In this place, of crispy bones
I belong where I stand.
Step by step, the shadow I felt.
Dome of pouring life, looking from the outside
Of my lonely life.
Sun reflected sins.
Places where I have never been.
Seller of prophesy lien scare.
Death passing away.
Like a child crying corner.
Faithful turn.
Dragged on winging embrace.
Fake chain, lying down, feeding away
By my desire, constantly.
Filling to down. Repeatedly
Heat of greed.
Hammers & nails on wooden chairs
Chain, cross away.
Shape of steaks, all I want is a place.
Above the winter wind, cold and steel
Poor people screaming, I don't want to die.
Not on my pillow your breathing life.
Bounce under the grave,
Teeth chewing chain.
poem by Luca Menin
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