Marasma
si dipana e cresce
blob informe
permana dalle cose
cosa cresce
sempre più
di paura e dolore
accresce
e la via
più incerta
ancora avanti
si staglia
frastagliata
nel marasma
di vita.
YOU ARE READING
Little Red Book (Libercolo Rosso)
PoetryIf there were a premise to do for this Little Red Book it would be that everything written here had not been thought to be delivered, as it is happening now, written black and red on white, just right now and from now on.
